The Green Hand: Adventures of a Naval LieutenantCupples, George
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The Green Hand: Adventures of a Naval Lieutenant
Cupples, George
Sea stories; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
"After all, the thought of a slap at some wild game was tempting enough,
the judge appearing to consider anyone but a sportsman nobody at all; so
up we went behind him out of the gully till we were all blowing like so
many porpoises on the head of it, Sir Charles raising his finger as we
peeped across a grassy slope right under us, where a whole drove of
small slender-legged antelopes were feeding. We had just time to rest,
getting a breath of air off the heights, when one of the foremost lifted
its head, listening the opposite way from us; next moment the entire
scatter of them came sweeping direct over to leeward in a string--we
could almost catch their bright black eyes through the grass, when the
crack of our seven barrels turned them bolt off at a corner, and they
were gone like wind on water. All of us had missed save Sir Charles
Hyde, but his rifle-bullet had sent one of the antelopes springing up in
the air ten feet or so, rolling over and over into the grass again,
where we found it lying with its tongue out, and its large eye glazing
amidst the blades and dust--a pair of huge turkey buzzards falling, as
it were, out of two specks in the sun above us, already, and rising with
an ugly flap while we got round the dead creature.
"Hallo!' said the mid suddenly, looking back over toward the hollow we'd
come out of, 'what's that?'
"From where we stood we could just see through the wild cane to the
mouth of the gully, half-a-mile down or more, leading upon the trees by
the lagoon. I thought I could hear a dull heavy sound now and then going
thump thump down the hollow and along it, the stones rumbling from one
spot to another at the root of the hill; but noticing a light smoke
rising farther into the course of the creek, with a faint echo of axes
at work somewhere in the woods below, I wasn't sorry to find the
timberers were still in the river, showing we weren't the only civilised
folks that thought it fit to visit. Perhaps it might have been a
quarter of an hour or more, however, and we were all looking out sharp
for birds of any kind to pop at, happening to turn my head, I saw the
long reeds were moving about the banks below and the trees twisting
about furiously, and no sooner had I made a few paces than good
heavens!--right in the break of the trees at the landing-place--_there_
was a huge brute of some sort coming slowly up out of the water; then
another, and another, glistening wet in the bright light as the shadow
of the branches slipped behind them. A blindness came over my eyes, and
I had scarce time to make out the big block-like heads and moving trunks
of five or six black African elephants, ere the whole case flashed upon
me, and away I dashed full-speed down the slope. The big beasts were
turning quietly off into the hollow, and two or three of their calves
trotted after them out of the bushes, munching the young cane-stalks as
they lifted their pillars of legs and their tufty little tails, when I
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