In the Wilds of AfricaKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Wilds of Africa
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Africa -- Juvenile fiction
Having got to a considerable distance from the wood, I ventured to turn
round and walk forwards, at the same time very frequently casting
anxious glances over my shoulder to ascertain whether the lion was
coming in pursuit of me. In vain the honey-bird tried to draw me off on
one side. I declined after this accompanying my little friend any
further.
I had taken the bearings of the baobab-tree grove, so that I could
easily find it. When at length I reached it Natty was in a state of
great agitation at my long absence, but was delighted with the delicious
honey I had brought him.
"Perhaps the honey-birds want to have the wild beasts killed, and are
not aware that when people are only in search of honey they are not
prepared to encounter a lion or a rhinoceros," he remarked, when I
described my adventure.
He might have been incredulous about my account, but I showed him the
honey-bird, which had perched on a branch near us; and, as soon as I
took out the honey, down it came and ate some of it with the greatest
confidence. I then felt convinced, from his unsuspicious behaviour,
that he had had no intention of leading me into danger.
We immediately ate some of the honey spread on the mushrooms. I wished
that I could find some means of stewing those curious productions of
nature, for they would he, I was sure, a valuable addition to our fare.
Poor Natty still continued very weak. I did my best to forage for him,
but, in spite of my exertions, the only food I could procure was not
satisfactory for a sick person. As to leaving him, the more I thought
of it the more dangerous for him did it appear. Even were there nothing
to apprehend from the attacks of wild beasts, he was too weak to obtain
even water for himself, and we had no means of preserving the food I
obtained for any length of time. I should not have cared so much for
myself, but I felt all the time how alarmed our friends would be on our
account, besides which I felt very anxious to go in search of Leo and
his companion. We had reason to be thankful that we were in so
sheltered a spot, as for several days in succession violent storms burst
over us, heavy downfalls of rain flooding the lower ground in our
neighbourhood.
My honey-bird led me in the interval to more bees' nests, and I got an
ample supply of mushrooms; but they, as may be supposed, were not
sufficient to support life. The birds, getting an abundance of water
elsewhere, no longer visited the pool, and I became greatly afraid of
starving.
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