My First Voyage to Southern SeasKingston, William Henry Giles
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My First Voyage to Southern Seas
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Oceania -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
Solon of course followed me. I had got to the pool and refilled both
the bottles, while Solon was lapping at the water, when on looking up I
saw standing on the top of the bank above me a huge lion. He was
regarding me attentively, as if considering what sort of strange animal
I was who had come to his drinking-place. Solon discovered him at the
same time, and turned round ready to fly at him had I given the word. I
signed him to lie down, knowing that one pat of the lion's paw would
have killed him in an instant. I unslung my rifle, ready to fire should
it be necessary, but I did not wish to throw a shot away. Keeping my
weapon presented, and covering the kingly animal, I walked steadily up
the bank towards him, crying out, "Boo, boo, boo!" gradually raising my
voice. The lion stared at me without moving, but as I got nearer he
gradually drew back till he fairly turned round and trotted off into the
bush. As I got to a distance I looked round, and saw two or three other
lions, followed by some elephants and a couple of rhinoceroses, all of
which animals live on amicable terms; as the two latter have no wish to
eat the lion, and the lion finds them rather tough morsels to swallow.
I hurried back, with Solon close upon my heels, to the camp, when Bigg
and I congratulated ourselves that we had pitched it away from such
unpleasant neighbours.
It was quite dark before we had finished our meal. We were sitting
before the fire still discussing our venison with no little appetite.
Solon was sitting by my side, and I was every now and then throwing him
a piece, which he seemed to relish as much as we did, when suddenly he
pricked his ears, and jumping up, threw himself into an attitude of the
most earnest watchfulness. I was certain that some animal or other was
prowling round, so seizing my rifle I stepped out a little way beyond
the fire to try and discover what it was. Scarcely had I done so when I
heard a roar, and there stood, the bright glare of the fire lighting up
his tawny mane, either the huge lion I had seen at the pond, or one
equally large and powerful. He had, I suspected, regretted letting me
off so easily, and had followed me to our camp. He stood looking
fiercely at me for a few seconds, then, uttering a terrific roar, he
seemed about to spring on me. I held my rifle ready to fire, but I felt
that there were many chances of my missing him. I would much rather
have had to encounter even the fiercest of elephants.
I shouted out to Bigg, "A lion! a lion!"
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