In the Wilds of AfricaKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Wilds of Africa
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Africa -- Juvenile fiction
dogs I had encountered on the previous night! I felt spell-bound--
unable to fly, or even to move. The lions whisked their tails and
ground their teeth as they uttered low savage growls, while the dogs
kept barking and yelping behind them. Nearer and nearer they drew. In
vain I tried to lift my rifle and have one shot for my life. No; I
could not even do that. There I sat. In another moment their sharp
fangs would be planted in my throat. Suddenly I gave a start. The
whole panorama of savage eyes and the two central monsters disappeared,
and to my infinite relief I found that I had been asleep, and that the
whole was a phantom of my brain. I really think I must have slept some
time, for after I had recovered from the alarm into which my dream had
thrown me, I felt sufficiently strong to resume my journey. As long as
the moon shone, it was far pleasanter travelling at night than in the
day. Again I went on, but still I could not help acknowledging to
myself that I might very likely after all not be on the right road.
Still I should not gain it by hesitation, and I tried to make up my mind
to be prepared for a disappointment, should I be mistaken. I was doing
my best; I could do no more. At length I saw in the distance a line of
dark trees, which I hoped was the wood on the borders of which our hut
was situated. As I marked the outline, I stepped on with more elastic
tread, thinking of the delight my reappearance would give my poor young
companion. As I was thus walking on, I felt my foot sink into the
earth, and before I could recover myself I fell flat on my face. I
quickly sprang up, for the thought seized me that I might have stepped
into the hole of some snake, and that in another instant he might be
issuing out to attack me. I ran on for some paces, when I stopped and
looked back, but nothing appeared. Not till then did I discover that I
had sprained my ankle. It might be a slight matter under ordinary
circumstances, but, in my case, if it stopped my walking it might be
serious. It pained me considerably, still I found that I could walk. I
went on, but soon began to limp. There was no elasticity in my step
now. My great consolation was that I was near Natty, for I was sure the
wood I saw was that I had left in the morning. The pain had damped my
spirits, and I now began to fear that perhaps after all Natty had grown
worse, or that some wild beasts had found out our hut, and managed to
penetrate into the interior. I was wrong to allow these thoughts to
enter my mind, I know, but under my circumstances it was but natural.
At length I caught sight, under a tree, of what in the moonlight looked
like a mound. It was our hut; but just then I observed several objects
moving about round it, and as I drew near a loud barking and yelping
saluted my ears. I rushed forward. "Those brutes of dogs have found
out Natty!" I exclaimed. Even then I thought that I might be too late
to save him.
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