The narrative of an explorer in tropical South AfricaGalton, Francis
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The narrative of an explorer in tropical South Africa
Galton, Francis
South Africa -- Description and travel
Something was shot every day till we came to Kurrikoop, and there we
slept out by the water. A buffalo, a gnu, five zebras, two hartebeests,
and three roebucks were “bagged” in two nights. The natives of the place
had a grand feast: and so had we.
At Elephant Fountain we found Amiral, and about forty men, who had just
arrived there, _en route_ for a shooting excursion to the east. They
take their waggons with them for some days, and then make an encampment,
whence they journey short distances on ride-oxen, and shoot what they
can, bringing the meat back jerked to the waggon. It was delightful to
hear people talk familiarly of the rhinoceros as an everyday kind of
game, and we longed for a raid upon them. I had not yet seen a single
rhinoceros. One was shot by Andersson and Hans when they went down to the
bay, but I was not then present. On the last shooting excursion Amiral’s
men had “bagged” forty of them.
Elephant Fountain is a rather copious spring on the side of a black
thorny hill, above a narrow river-bed. Herds of animals come here to
drink; and the ground at the principal place is bored full of pitfalls.
By arranging the bushes in different ways, different sets of paths and
pitfalls can be used at pleasure, and the animals are unscared by the
smell of the blood of their companions, who may have been caught and
slaughtered the preceding evening. No less than thirty-four zebras were
entrapped in one night. We could not of course shoot here, as it might
frighten the game away, and there was no great temptation, as only zebras
and roebucks came to drink. There were a great many lions about, some
of whom had lately taken two men, who had sat up watching for game; but
none troubled us. In the day-time, while we were waiting for Amiral, a
few animals were shot, and jerked as food for the party that was to stay
with the waggon, for I intended to let it stop here, and to ride on with
Andersson, Eybrett, and Timboo, leaving John Morta and Phlebus behind.
Elephant Fountain acquired its name from the enormous number of tusks
that were found in the water of this place. When the Hottentots settled
there, the pool into which the water runs was overgrown with reeds, and
harboured lions and hyenas, and all kinds of wild beasts. So the reeds
were burnt down, and the pool cleared out: it was not at all a large
one, perhaps twenty-five paces across; but in the mud at the bottom of
it they found quantities of elephants’ bones and tusks, so that a trader
bought enough ivory to fill more than one, and I think two waggons with
it. Elephants were then numerous at the place, but they have now quitted
it.
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