Sporting Scenes amongst the Kaffirs of South AfricaDrayson, Alfred W. (Alfred Wilks)
History
Sporting Scenes amongst the Kaffirs of South Africa
Drayson, Alfred W. (Alfred Wilks)
Hunting -- South Africa; South Africa -- Description and travel
"Karl and I trudged on for some miles to a little `kop,' where we hoped
to get a better view round. There was still an appearance of water in
the direction where I had first expected, and we made towards it; we
arrived there about sundown, and found not a drop--a few stunted bushes
were all that could be seen. We lighted a fire, and had a little
biltong meat dried in the sun for supper. The day had been very hot,
and I was thirsty already, but was obliged to manage without drinking.
I knew that I should lose my oxen if I did not find water on the morrow.
"During the night several animals came round the fight of our fire, and
once I saw a lion: I shouted, and he went away.
"Early in the morning we were off again, taking a sweep round towards
the waggons. I thought that we were certain of finding water this day;
so, although very thirsty, I was not at all alarmed. We walked until
long past mid-day, without getting a glimpse of any likely-looking
place. The dry salt meat that I had eaten caused me to suffer very much
from thirst; the heat of the day was also very great. I kept a bullet
in my mouth and bit it; but this soon ceased to be of any use, and my
tongue was rattling in my mouth like a stone. I felt growing savage,
gave up the idea of water for the oxen, and thought only of myself.
"We had to sleep out another night, as I was so much exhausted I could
not walk fast. Karl suffered nearly as much as I did; but I think that
a Hottentot is by nature more seasoned than a white man, and endures
privations better.
"On the following morning I could not swallow anything,--thus took no
breakfast. I was looking forward with joy to the prospect of even a
mouthful of the brackish water that, was at the vlei, which I trusted
was not yet all exhausted. We neared the place where the waggon was
left just as it was getting light. I fired my gun to let my Kaffirs
know that I was coming, but received no answer, nor could I see anything
of the white waggon-top. We began to think that we must have mistaken
our bearings; but upon getting nearer, we saw an object that looked like
the waggon lying on its side: no one was near it, and there was no sign
of a fire. What could be the matter? We walked up quickly to the spot,
but first went to the vlei, for a little water. Here the catastrophe
was explained. Instead of water, a thick mud-paste covered the ground;
large circular holes, nearly a foot deep, and two feet in diameter,
were, as it seemed, dug all over it; one or two large flat places looked
as if the vlei had been rolled with the trunks of trees; these had been
baked with the sun, and were nearly hard and dry,--not so much as a drop
of water.
"A troop of bull-elephants had rolled in the mud and trodden all the
water away.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account