In the Wilds of AfricaKingston, William Henry Giles
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In the Wilds of Africa
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Africa -- Juvenile fiction
retreated, a third, strange to say, immediately afterwards coming on to
the attack; but they had become so wary that I was unable to reach them.
Still, as they kept about me, I expected every moment that they would
assail my head, and I could not help feeling how fearful would be my
position if they did so. At last I determined to try the effect of my
rifle, which I had not loaded after my last shot--a neglect which might
have proved extremely disastrous had any savage beast appeared. I
loaded with shot. In consequence of my shouts and cries, and repeated
blows made at the birds, they retired once more to a short distance.
The next time they approached I fired into their midst, and a couple
fell to the ground, and others were wounded. Still the army kept their
ground. Seeing the effects of the first shot, I loaded again, and as
they came hovering close to me, I fired once more, with the same
success. Greatly to my satisfaction, on discovering that they could not
obtain their feast without greater loss than it was worth, the whole
army flew off, not appearing to stop while they remained in sight.
Thus being rid of my unwelcome visitors, I returned to my occupation;
remembering, however, first to reload my rifle with ball, lest a hyena,
panther, or lion might scent the dead eland and come to banquet off it.
I had some leathern straps with me for the purpose of securing any
animal I might kill, and with these I fastened to my saddle as much meat
as my horse could carry. I was sorry to leave any part behind, knowing
how much it was wanted in the camp. I now turned the horse's head
towards the camp, intending to pass by the eland I had shot. As I
approached, I saw some objects moving over the ground towards it. At
that distance I could not tell what they were. They might be lions or
panthers. If lions, I might probably have to do battle for my prize. I
could not help thinking, too, of the way Stanley had been handled. It
was not impossible that they would attack me, and get me and my horse,
and the meat into the bargain. Knowing that on such occasions boldness
is always the best policy, I rode forward, and in a short time
distinguished three spotted hyenas stealing up towards the body of the
eland. I determined to prevent them having their feast, or spoil it if
I could not. So eager were they to seize their prize that they did not
notice me. As they drew nearer they hastened their pace, and then made
a dash at the carcass. At that moment, putting spurs to my horse, I
dashed on towards them shouting and shrieking. They received me with
loud snarls, appearing in no way disposed to take their departure. Not
till I got close up to them did they retreat, snarling and grinning
horribly at me. The scent of the meat had undoubtedly sharpened their
appetites, and they certainly looked capable of making a spring and
trying to carry away some of the joints. On this I charged them, and
they retreated still further off.
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