In the Wilds of AfricaKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Wilds of Africa
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Africa -- Juvenile fiction
The brutes were again drawing nearer. Advancing a pace or two to the
fire, I gave it a kick with my foot. This made the flames leap up. By
their light I saw that a fresh actor had come upon the stage and
attracted the attention of the savage brutes. A huge serpent had
crawled out from among the bushes. It sprang upon one of the dogs,
which immediately, writhing in agony, sank on the ground. Instead of
taking to flight, however, they rushed at the creature, one of them
seizing it by the back, but not before one or two others were bitten.
The rest then set on it, and tearing it to pieces, quickly devoured the
greater portion, leaving the head, on account I concluded of the venom
it contained. Not satisfied with their victory over the snake, they
once more advanced towards me with hideous growls and yelps. Seeing
that it would be dangerous to allow them to approach nearer, I took aim
at a large animal, which appeared to be the leader of the pack. I
knocked him over, and he lay struggling on the ground yelping loudly.
His companions came round him, and gave me time to reload. I did not
wish to expend my ammunition uselessly, so, stooping down, I seized a
burning stick, giving another poke to the fire as I did so, and then
waved the brand round and round, shouting loudly in a gruff voice, and
ordering the dogs to be off. Though they did not understand what I
said, the tone of my voice had the effect I desired; and, greatly to my
relief, barking and yelping, they scampered away, I shouting after them.
The animal I had shot kicked his last as they disappeared in the gloom
of the night, and I hoped that I was rid of them.
Having thrown some more sticks on the fire, I went back to Natty. I
felt his hand; it appeared very feverish, and I was still more alarmed
by hearing the incoherent expressions he uttered. Weary as I was, I
could not venture again to go to sleep. I sat down, therefore, by the
side of my poor young companion, moistening his fevered lips every now
and then with water, and bathing his forehead. Still it was with the
greatest difficulty I could keep my eyes open. Sometimes I got up and
walked about in front of the hut, and threw a few more sticks on the
fire. I myself, it must be remembered, had scarcely recovered from my
illness. Having again made up the fire, increasing it to nearly double
the size, I once more sat down by Natty's side. I talked aloud, and
kept pinching myself, in the hope that by so doing I might keep awake.
But exhausted nature at length had its way--my head dropped on my bosom,
and I was asleep, so soundly indeed, that I doubt if the loudest noise
would have aroused me.
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