Richard Galbraith, Mariner; Or, Life among the KaffirsPhillips, E. W. (Emma Watts)
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Richard Galbraith, Mariner; Or, Life among the Kaffirs
Phillips, E. W. (Emma Watts)
Shipwrecks -- Fiction; South Africa -- Fiction
One of the natural proclivities of mankind, I verily believe, is a
decided love for the chase. Certainly, as I strode along, surrounded by
the lithe, vigorous, armed forms of my companions, with the fresh
morning air blowing on my cheek, the expanse of wondrous scenery
stretching on every side, and my spears grasped in my hand, I felt the
blood begin to beat with renewed energy in my pulses, and the depression
which late events had cast upon me gradually wearing off.
The model of the elephant's foot that we tracked was soon brought into
requisition. We had scarcely gone half-an-hour's sharp march before we
came across several footprints, in which the one we were after was
apparent. I did not think that these animals came so near the vicinity
of man as the marks proved; but Tugela said that at times a herd of them
would make a swoop in the night upon the kraal itself, and destroy all
the crops growing near. The only way they had of scaring them was to
light large fires, make as much noise as they could, and--think of it
fond English mothers--to beat all the children in the community, so that
the addition of their shrill infantine yells might terrify the ponderous
animals.
The track having been discovered, the hunters proceeded with much
caution. Slowly we advanced, I finding some difficulty in making my way
through the bush like the natives, with their smooth, well-oiled bodies,
though I managed to keep on, carefully avoiding, however, any parasite
at all resembling the _uncaria procumbens_, or hook plant.
About an hour after we had lighted upon the first footprints, we reached
an opening or glade within the bush, where through the tall tree-trunks
we perceived about four or five elephants browsing. My lack of
knowledge respecting hunting in Caffraria would speedily have finished
me entirely had not Tugela had the forethought to advise me to take to a
tree, and hurl my assagais from thence; for to an European, with a body
not devoid of clothes, neither well oiled nor accustomed to the
exercise, it would be impossible to penetrate the bush rapidly, as it
would soon become necessary to do to avoid the enraged animal, which,
when struck, always took to the forest in the direction of his
assailants.
Accepting his advice, I speedily selected a tall tree, which, thanks to
my nautical experience, I climbed with ease, and from its branches
looked down upon the black, shining bodies of the hunters and the
browsing elephants, as yet unconscious of the danger which was so near
at hand.
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