Maiwa's Revenge; Or, The War of the Little HandHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Maiwa's Revenge; Or, The War of the Little Hand
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Africa -- Fiction; Hunting guides -- Fiction; Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Revenge -- Fiction
“Before dawn on the following day we were up, and the first break of
light found us once more on the spoor. About half-past five o’clock we
reached the place where the elephants had fed and slept. The two
unwounded bulls had taken their fill, as the condition of the
neighbouring bushes showed, but the wounded one had eaten nothing. He
had spent the night leaning against a good-sized tree, which his weight
had pushed out of the perpendicular. They had not long left this place,
and could not be very far ahead, especially as the wounded bull was now
again so stiff after his night’s rest that for the first few miles the
other two had been obliged to support him. But elephants go very quick,
even when they seem to be travelling slowly, for shrub and creepers
that almost stop a man’s progress are no hindrance to them. The three
had now turned to the left, and were travelling back again in a
semicircular line toward the mountains, probably with the idea of
working round to their old feeding grounds on the further side of the
river.
“There was nothing for it but to follow their lead, and accordingly we
followed with industry. Through all that long hot day did we tramp,
passing quantities of every sort of game, and even coming across the
spoor of other elephants. But, in spite of my men’s entreaties, I would
not turn aside after these. I would have those mighty tusks or none.
“By evening we were quite close to our game, probably within a quarter
of a mile, but the bush was dense, and we could see nothing of them, so
once more we must camp, thoroughly disgusted with our luck. That night,
just after the moon rose, while I was sitting smoking my pipe with my
back against a tree, I heard an elephant trumpet, as though something
had startled it, and not three hundred yards away. I was very tired,
but my curiosity overcame my weariness, so, without saying a word to
any of the men, all of whom were asleep, I took my eight-bore and a few
spare cartridges, and steered toward the sound. The game path which we
had been following all day ran straight on in the direction from which
the elephant had trumpeted. It was narrow, but well trodden, and the
light struck down upon it in a straight white line. I crept along it
cautiously for some two hundred yards, when it opened suddenly into a
most beautiful glade some hundred yards or more in width, wherein tall
grass grew and flat-topped trees stood singly. With the caution born of
long experience I watched for a few moments before I entered the glade,
and then I saw why the elephant had trumpeted. There in the middle of
the glade stood a large maned lion. He stood quite still, making a soft
purring noise, and waving his tail to and fro. Presently the grass
about forty yards on the hither side of him gave a wide ripple, and a
lioness sprang out of it like a flash, and bounded noiselessly up to
the lion. Reaching him, the great cat halted suddenly, and rubbed her
head against his shoulder.
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