In the Wilds of AfricaKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Wilds of Africa
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Africa -- Juvenile fiction
I passed the remainder of the day as I had the commencement. As I saw
evening approaching I collected a large supply of broken branches to
serve as firewood, and then made up a semicircular heap, which I
intended to keep blazing all the night. I was sorry that I had not
slept during the day, that I might the more easily keep awake while on
my watch. I took some supper, though, in consequence of the thirst from
which I was suffering, I felt little disposed to eat; but still I was
unwilling to exhaust our water by drinking more than a few drops. I
knew that the next day I must inevitably go in search of some. My young
companion's life might depend upon my finding it. To avoid the risk of
being surprised should I fall asleep, after I had lighted the fire and
seen that it blazed up thoroughly, I took my seat inside the hut, and
secured the boughs as before. In spite of my resolution to keep awake,
I had not been seated on the ground more than an hour or so before I
felt sleep stealing over me. At length I tried to arouse myself. I was
completely overpowered, though I still retained a consciousness of where
I was, and of the necessity of being on my guard. Suddenly I awoke,
feeling an undefined dread. I could hear Natty breathing, but all was
dark inside the hut. On looking out I discovered that I must have been
asleep for some time, for the fire was entirely extinguished. I sprang
up, leaving my gun on the ground. My first impulse was to re-light the
fire. I hurriedly felt about for the sticks, which I had placed on one
side, and carried them to the spot where the fire had been burning. I
placed them as before in a semicircle. Finding that I could not strike
the light in the open air, I retired into the hut to do so. Whilst thus
employed I fancied I heard some creature moving over the ground. I got
the match lighted, and then set fire to the bundle of twigs which I had
collected. With these in my hand, I went to the pile of wood. I tried
to light it. At last I set it on fire in one place. I was then moving
round to another, when I saw at about twenty paces off a dark object
creeping slowly towards me. On it came; and while blowing away at the
wood to cause it to ignite, I began to distinguish the outlines of a
huge lion. In a few seconds the savage monster might be upon me.
Already he was near enough, I thought, to make his spring with fatal
effect. I knew that my chief safety would depend on the fire blazing up
quickly. Taking the torch, therefore, and mustering all the nerve I
possessed, I tried to light the pile at another spot between the two
which were already beginning to burn, though feebly. Now I bent down
and blew, now looked up towards the lion. To my horror, I saw him
crouching down, and slowly creeping towards me. I knew he was doing so
preparatory to making his tremendous spring. Just then a breeze fanned
my cheek. It came stronger and stronger, and up blazed the fire. The
lion stopped.
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