American literature -- Periodicals; Literature -- Periodicals
"Well, perhaps," said Mr. Hagenbeck, "but this particular once was
something to remember. In one cage I had eight full-grown pythons,
which I wanted to put into one huge box to send them off to a
menagerie. I handled the first six all right enough, catching them,
as is usual, by the back of the neck and dropping them into the box.
Then I went for number seven, but as soon as I entered the cage she,
the lady of the flock, flew at me with open mouth. Seeing her coming I
took off my hat and thrust it at her. She bit her teeth into it. I
then seized her with the right hand at the back of her neck, and I
dragged her down into the lower partition of the cage. Just when I was
going to fetch her out she reared her head to attack me again. I then
made a cautious movement forward, and at the same moment she darted
her head at me. I met the second attack with my hat in the same way
that I had the first. With a quick dart I grabbed her by the back of
the neck, only to find, to my horror, that I couldn't let her go if I
wanted to, as she had coiled herself firmly round my legs. One of my
assistants, standing near, heard me yell, and he came rushing up to me
with all the speed he could, for I fancy my shout told everybody
within hearing that I had to do with a matter of life and death. I
managed, however, to retain my nerve, and gave the order to the helper
to try and uncoil the serpent, which with great difficulty and my
assistance he at last managed to do."
Mr. Hagenbeck laughed a little as he recalled the experience, but I
confess I didn't feel like laughing much. The horror of having those
massive coils pressing tightly on your legs and bruising your muscles
with irresistible strength seemed very real to me.
"I wasn't done even then," Mr. Hagenbeck resumed, "for just as I
thought that I could get the big snake safely in the cage, another
python, and really an enormous fellow, attacked me. I had just time to
shout to my man to throw a blanket over it, and this he luckily
managed to do. At the same moment I moved backwards out of the cage
and got free of it altogether, and then I had a little rest. My men
tried to dissuade me from going back, each of them saying he would do
it. I felt very exhausted, but my temper was fairly up, and I
determined I wouldn't be beaten. So, after a few moments, I stepped
again into the cage, caught them both round the backs of their necks,
dragged them as quickly as I could to the edge of the cage, and then,
all helping, we flung them into the box waiting for them. Had not my
assistant been near me, nothing could have saved me from being
squeezed to death."
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