Sporting Scenes amongst the Kaffirs of South AfricaDrayson, Alfred W. (Alfred Wilks)
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Sporting Scenes amongst the Kaffirs of South Africa
Drayson, Alfred W. (Alfred Wilks)
Hunting -- South Africa; South Africa -- Description and travel
I am under the impression that the poisonous snakes are much troubled,
at certain seasons of the year, by the poison-bladder becoming
surcharged, and that thus, being anxious to rid themselves of this
poison by biting something soft, and thereby pressing it out, they
naturally seize the first thing which their instinct tells them will not
injure their poisonous fangs. Two instances that occurred at Natal
appear to bear out this theory. A Hottentot was crossing the Mooi river
drift, another man following a short distance in the rear. The last man
saw a snake dart out from some rocks, seize the first Hottentot by the
leg, and glide back again; the bitten man died within a very short time
of receiving the bite. There is at the present time a man in the Royal
Arsenal at Woolwich, who, when far up the country with his master, and
walking near the waggons, perceived a puff-adder spring at his face. He
suddenly lowered his head, and the snake wound itself round his
wide-awake hat. The man knocked the hat off, and the snake was
immediately shot by a looker-on. The puff-adder always springs
backwards, and can make extraordinary leaps. There is a very fine
specimen now to be seen in the Zoological Gardens, Regent's Park.
I have heard from both Dutchmen and Kaffirs that there is a snake which
spits out its poison at any one who may approach, and makes capital
shots. Blindness often follows if the victim is struck in the eyes, and
a horrible disease of the skin if the face or hands are touched by the
poisonous secretion. I am not aware of the appearance or name of this
reptile. Besides the venomous snakes that I have mentioned as being
common about Natal, there is also a species of boa-constrictor which
grows to a considerable size; and although this snake is not dangerous,
still it is slaughtered by man whenever met, as it is destructive to
birds and small bucks. I shot six of these during my prowlings around
the bush and swamps of Natal; the largest was shot when I was in company
with an English gentleman who rarely went out shooting and was a prey to
despair almost before he had commenced. As the whole of that day's
proceedings serve to show that it is well never to give up or to throw
away a chance, I will describe them in detail.
We had for nearly four hours continually searched kloofs and ravines,
but we had seen no game whatsoever. As we were riding over a little
hill, I thought I saw something move on an opposite ridge, a little
behind me and on my left hand. I would not look round, but rode
steadily away until we had passed over the hill and were quite out of
sight of whatever had caught my attention. I then mentioned to my
companion that I fancied I had seen something more on the opposite hill,
and that I purposed creeping back to have a second look. He voted for
_riding_ over the hill, but this I would not hear of.
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