“We soon perceived large herds of quaggas and brindled gnoos, which
continued to join each other, until the whole plain seemed alive. The
clatter of their hoofs was perfectly astounding, and I could compare
it to nothing but to the din of a tremendous charge of cavalry, or
the rushing of a mighty tempest. I could not estimate the accumulated
numbers at less than fifteen thousand; a great extent of country being
actually chequered black and white with their congregated masses. As
the panic caused by the report of our rifles extended, clouds of dust
hovered over them; and the long necks of troops of ostriches were also
to be seen, towering above the heads of their less gigantic neighbors,
and sailing past with astonishing rapidity.
“Groups of purple sassaybys, and brilliant red and yellow hartebeests,
likewise lent their aid to complete the picture, which must have been
seen to be properly understood, and which beggars all attempt at
description. The savages kept in our wake, dexterously despatching the
wounded gnoos by a touch on the spine with the point of an assagai,
and instantly covering up the carcass with bushes, to secure them
from the voracity of the vultures, which hung about us like specks in
the firmament, and descended with the velocity of lightning, as each
discharge of our artillery gave token of prey.
[Illustration: _Hunting Wild Animals in Africa; Nests of the Sociable
Grosbeak, or Weaver, on the trees._]
“As we proceeded, two strange figures were perceived standing under the
shade of a tree; these we instantly knew to be elands, the savages at
the same moment exclaiming with evident delight, _Impoofo, Impoofo_;
and pressing our horses to the utmost speed, we found ourselves for
the first time at the heels of the largest and most beautiful species
of the antelope tribe. Notwithstanding the unwieldy shape of these
animals, they had at first greatly exceeded the speed of our jaded
horses, but being pushed, they soon separated; their sleek coats turned
first blue and then white with froth; the foam fell from their
mouths and nostrils, and the perspiration from their sides. Their
pace gradually slackened, and with their full brilliant eyes turned
imploringly towards us, at the end of a mile, each was laid low by a
single ball. They were young bulls, measuring upwards of seventeen
hands at the shoulder.
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