The Mission; or Scenes in AfricaMarryat, Frederick
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The Mission; or Scenes in Africa
Marryat, Frederick
Adventure stories; Africa -- Fiction
When they rose the next morning, Swanevelt informed them that nine of
the oxen were so wounded with the poisoned arrows of the Bushmen, that
they could not live; and also, that Piets the Hottentot had been badly
wounded in the neck with one of the arrows. Swinton immediately ordered
the man to be brought to him, as he was well aware of the fatal effects
of a wound from a Bushman's arrow.
It appeared that Piets had pulled the arrow out of his neck, but that
some pieces of the barb had remained in the wound, and that these his
companions had been extracting with their knives, and the wound was very
much inflamed in consequence. Swinton immediately cut out as much of
the affected part as he could, applied ammonia to the wound, and gave
him laudanum to mitigate the pain, which was very acute; but the poor
fellow lay groaning during the whole of the day.
They now examined the wounded oxen, which were already so swollen with
the poison that there are no hopes of saving them, and they were
immediately put out of their pain. Several others were found slightly
hurt, but not so as to lose all hopes of their recovery; but this
unfortunate circumstance prevented them from continuing their journey
for two days; as the whole of the oxen had been much harassed and cut by
the Bushmen, although not wounded by poisoned arrows. During this
delay, the poor Hottentot became hourly worse; his head and throat were
much swollen, and he said that he felt the poison working within him.
After many hours of suffering, during which swellings appeared in
various parts of his body, the poor fellow breathed his last; and the
next day being Sunday, they remained as usual, and the body of the
unfortunate man was consigned to a grave. This event threw a cloud over
the whole caravan, and whenever any of the Bush-women made their
appearance at a distance, and made signs that they wished to come into
the camp, an angry bullet was sent instantly over their heads, which
made them take to their heels.
On the Monday morning they again started with their reduced trains, for
now they had barely sufficient cattle to drag the waggons. Fortunately
they were but a few miles from the Nu Gariep, and they arrived at its
banks before evening. The next day they crossed it with difficulty,
putting all the oxen to two of the waggons and then returning for the
others.
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