Life in Afrikanderland as viewed by an Afrikander: A story of life in South Africa, based on truthCIOS
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Life in Afrikanderland as viewed by an Afrikander: A story of life in South Africa, based on truth
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Afrikaners; South Africa -- History -- Fiction
‘Under ordinary circumstances it would be almost impossible, but you
must know that when a lion bites into the flesh of his victim and
feels the warm blood in his mouth, he seems to enjoy it so much that
he always closes his eyes for a few moments, and lies perfectly quiet
to enjoy himself. If you think _that_ impossible, you might think this
still more so. The President had one day walked far ahead of his waggon
in the hunting field. He had again left his heavy gun in the waggon.
He was standing on a rise, waiting for the waggon--coming on far
behind--and resting, when he saw two lions, a male and female, coming
on full speed towards him from an opposite direction to the waggon.
They were charging direct on him, the lion in front, the lioness some
distance behind. The President saw it was no time to show funk and
run. To run away on foot meant death. He did the best thing he could
under the circumstances. He stood up and faced the charging lion, and
looked him firmly and fiercely in the eyes. The lion came within a few
paces of him, then stopped, looked him in the eyes for a moment or two,
hesitated for a second, then turned and ran away with his tail between
his legs. The lioness, who had by this time come up, looked after her
flying mate in surprise, seemingly wondering at his giving his prey up
so easily. Then she looked at the President in a searching way, as if
she sought for the danger which had driven her mate away. She caught
the menacing eye of the President, stood spell-bound for a moment as if
mesmerised, then turned and followed her lord and master.’
‘Well, I can well believe that, for I have often heard that the
President possessed the power of mesmerism in a natural way, although
he only seems to exercise it in an unconscious way. And I believe that
if a man does possess such a power, he ought to, with his wonderful
firmness of will, amounting almost to obstinacy.’
‘No, I do not think he is obstinate,’ replied Oom Simon, ‘but he never
determines upon anything unless he is firmly convinced that it is the
right thing to do; and then, when once his mind is made up as to what
is right or wrong, he stands by his opinions to the end, even if he
falls by them.’
‘He must be a religious and serious old man,’ remarked Steve in a way,
as if he wished to draw out old Simon. ‘He never jokes or laughs, it
appears to me.’
‘That is because, I suppose, you only see him in public. If you see him
in private amongst his friends, especially when travelling, he is very
fond of his joke. He _is_ certainly very religious, he fears his God,
and is a true Christian. But he loves a joke nevertheless.’
‘I remember once we were travelling together. We were amusing ourselves
with conundrums; at last the President said,--
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