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 did as he directed me, while he and Donald Fraser, throwing themselves
on their horses, again made chase after the herd. The wounded animal
fled away by itself, and though evidently, by the flow of blood from its
side, severely hurt, it yet continued springing forward at a rapid rate.
Determined not to let it go, I urged on my horse in pursuit. At
length, greatly to my satisfaction, for my horse was nearly done up,
over the hartbeest rolled; and, springing from my saddle, I put an end
to its sufferings. When I looked round, neither the herd nor my
companions were to be seen. A long chase in that hot sun had made me
very thirsty, and not a drop of water had I with me. I was hungry too,
for I had only just begun my breakfast; though, if content to eat raw
meat, I had the means of satisfying my appetite. The animal was so
heavy that I could not lift it on my horse; and yet I did not like to
leave it to be devoured by hyenas and jackals, or other beasts of prey,
which it would, I knew, inevitably be very shortly, should I go away. I
therefore waited and waited, hoping to see my companions return. I
thought I remembered pretty accurately the direction I had come; but the
clump of trees was but a small object to guide me over that extensive
plain, on which, too, I knew that similar clumps existed. At length,
not seeing my friends, I decided to load my horse with a portion of the
antelope, and to try and find my way back to the camp. I had, as I
mentioned, suffered greatly from thirst before, but it did not equal the
pain I was now enduring. Not only did my mouth and throat feel dried
up, but my whole stomach; and faint and hungry as I was, though I had an
abundance of food with me, and might have collected grass and twigs
enough to cook a portion, yet I could not swallow a particle. I felt
growing weaker and weaker, and my head became so dizzy and my eyes so
dim that I could not distinguish objects clearly before me. I began to
fear that I had received a sunstroke, for the heat was greater than any
I had yet experienced. I knew the fatal effects which might follow.
Still, I managed to stick to my horse and ride on.
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