The Mission; or Scenes in AfricaMarryat, Frederick
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The Mission; or Scenes in Africa
Marryat, Frederick
Adventure stories; Africa -- Fiction
Everything is comparative. When our travellers first took up their
night's lodgings in the waggons, they found their resting-places hard,
after sleeping in comfortable beds at Cape Town; but now, after having
passed their nights in the wide desert, their mattresses in the waggons
were a luxury that was fully appreciated. Returning thanks to Heaven
for their preservation, Alexander and the Major slept soundly till
morning, notwithstanding that the latter was often half-roused by the
importunities of Begum, who appeared delighted at the return of her
master.
At daylight the oxen were yoked, and they proceeded on their journey.
There was no want of game; indeed they were so plentiful, that they shot
them from the caravan as they passed. At night they had made
twenty-five miles, and before they had unyoked, a deluge of rain again
fell, and they passed a very uncomfortable night, as it was very cold,
and they could light no fires, from want of fuel. Anything, however,
was better than the want of water; and early in the morning they again
yoked their oxen, and, after a hard day's toil, were rejoiced to
perceive at a distance the trees which lined the banks of the Modder
River. This sight was hailed with joy by the Hottentots, who shouted
aloud; for they considered their dangers and difficulties to be over,
now that they were approaching to the boundaries of the colony.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.
As the cattle required some repose, after the sufferings they had gone
through, our travellers resolved to remain a few days on the banks of
the Modder River. The pasturage was fine and the game abundant. Gnoos
and springboks were to be seen in every direction, and quaggas,
bonteboks, and several other varieties of antelopes, were in profusion
over the now undulating country. Neither were our travellers sorry to
have some repose for themselves, although every mile that they drew
nearer to the Cape made them more anxious to return.
As usual, the caravan was halted on a rising ground, at some distance
from the river, to avoid the wild beasts, which during the day were
concealed, and during the night prowled on its banks, to spring upon the
animals which came down for water. As there was now plenty of wood, the
fires were again lighted at night, and the oxen driven in and tied up.
During the day, the animals revelled on the luxurious pasture, and in a
week had become quite sleek and in good condition.
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