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 was not content with merely closing the entrance, but getting some
strong vines, I intertwined them round the walls and then got some large
boughs, and placed them over the whole building. I trusted that thus no
animal could possibly enter. I knew that sufficient air would be
obtained through the roof. All that I could do was to pray, for his
sake and my own, that I might return in safety to him.
"Good-bye, Natty," I said, when I had finished the work. "Keep up your
spirits, my boy. I hope soon to be back; but if I do not come as
quickly as you expect, do not be alarmed. I may have to go some way for
water."
My wisest course perhaps was to have gone back to the last stream we had
passed; but then I could not have returned the same night to our hut,
and what would poor Natty have done all that time without me? I
therefore determined to push on in an opposite direction, hoping that I
might meet with a fountain or rivulet. On and on I went. The sun, as
he rose in the sky, grew hotter and hotter. I had not a drop of water
to cool my dry tongue. I had never before really known the feeling of
want of water. I had been very thirsty; but now the whole inside of my
mouth and throat seemed to consist of a dry horny substance, or as if I
had swallowed some of the contents of a dust-bin. Still on and on I
went. I hoped by continuing in a direct course that I should obtain
water more speedily.
A considerable portion of the day had passed away. The sun had attained
its greatest heat, when I thought I saw in the distance a line of trees,
which I felt sure indicated the presence of water. I pushed on more
eagerly, but as I advanced they changed their outline, and suddenly
disappeared. All I could see before me was a low line of grass and
bushes, which had evidently been magnified by a mirage into the
proportion of lofty trees. I went on, but continued to be deceived time
after time in the same way. In every direction the mirage danced on the
plain. I found that in reality the range of my vision was restricted to
a very moderate distance. Suddenly a herd of animals appeared, lifted
completely up in the air. They were deer of some species. I hoped by
killing one that I might somewhat quench my raging thirst with its
blood, but before I had got up to where I had seen them they had
scampered off. At length I saw what I felt sure was a pool of water.
Eagerly I hurried towards it. It was a long way off, I thought; but I
was willing to go any distance for the wished-for fluid, hoping that my
sufferings would find relief, and that I might return before nightfall
to my young companion. I was confirmed in my opinion by catching sight
of several gnus going in the same direction. "They are going there to
drink," I thought; and I felt ready even to encounter lions or any other
savage beasts for the sake of the water. The gnus did not perceive me,
as they were to windward. There was, however, so little wind that I had
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