But an unexpected incident procured for the starving men a more solid
meal. In order to lay in a provision of the insects, Mokoum resolved to
destroy one side of the enormous ant-hill. It consisted of a central
conical mound, with smaller cones arranged at intervals round its base.
The hunter had already made several blows with his hatchet, when a
singular grunting sound from the centre attracted his attention: he
paused in his work of destruction, and listened, while his companions
watched him in silence. He struck a few more blows, and the groan
was repeated more audibly than before. The bushman rubbed his hands,
whilst his eyes evidently sparkled. Once more attacking the ant-hill,
he opened a cavity about a foot wide. The ants were escaping on every
side; but of them he took no heed, leaving the sailors to collect them
in sacks. All at once a strange animal appeared at the mouth of the
hole. It was a quadruped with a long snout, small mouth, and flexible
tongue, which protruded to a great length; its ears were straight, its
legs short, and its tail long and pointed. Long grey bristles with
a reddish tinge covered its lank body, and its feet were armed with
enormous claws. Mokoum killed it at once with a sharp blow on the
snout. "There is our supper," he said. "It has been some time coming,
but it will not taste the worse for that. Now for a fire, and a ramrod
for a spit, and we will feast as we have never feasted in our lives."
The bushman speedily began to skin the animal, which was a species of
octeropus or ant-eater, very common in South Africa, and known to the
Dutch at the Cape under the name of "earth-pig." Swarms of ants are
devoured by this creature, which catches them by means of its long
glutinous tongue.
The meal was soon cooked; perhaps it would have been better for a
few more turns of the spit, but the hungry men were impatient. The
firm, wholesome flesh was declared to be excellent, although slightly
impregnated with the acid of the ants.
After the repast the Europeans felt re-invigorated, and animated with
more steadfast purpose to persevere; and in truth there was need of
encouragement. All through the following night no light appeared on
Mount Volquiria.
CHAPTER XXI.
SUSPENSE.
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