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
After sundown, the cart came: the men had left three mules behind, that
had lain down, and would go no further. Andersson, Timboo, and John St.
Helena, took a hasty meal, and very pluckily went after them. They were
absent two hours, but returned without the mules: who it seemed had got
up again as the evening became cool, and had strayed, and were nowhere to
be found. There were many old zebra tracks about the plain, which are as
like those of mules as can be, and in the night quite undistinguishable
from them. As for the six mules that had arrived, they were, by
Stewartson’s advice, sent down into the river to eat and rest themselves
all night. He assured me there would be little danger, that we had seen
no tracks of wild animals to injure them, and, what was very true, they
_must_ have food. I think it was the most foolish thing that I was guilty
of during the whole journey, to leave the poor animals to shift for
themselves, two miles from us, and without the slightest protection; but
I was new to the country, and thought it a far better plan to put myself
under the entire guidance of my worthy friend, until I had gained some
experience, than to make a mess of the whole thing by trying to manage
for myself. I ought to have gone with two or three men to the river, and
watched the mules whilst they fed for a couple of hours; then tied them
up, and given them a good rest the next day. As it was, I slept in happy
ignorance of the fate that awaited them.
In the morning I sent a man down to drive them up: he was a long time
absent, and at last returned with piteous news. He had found no mules,
but, instead of them, the tracks of several lions; and going on, he came
to where he saw the tracks of all the mules going full gallop, and by the
side of them those of the lions. A little further on he heard something
in the bushes, and found my poor chestnut pack-mule half eaten, and a
hyena devouring the remains of the carcase. At a short distance lay my
largest horse, and a lion by him; the lion looked so savage, and walked
so slowly away, that my man crept up the rocks, and waited there for a
long time, which accounted for his delay, and then ran back to tell us.
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