The Ruined Cities of ZululandWalmsley, Hugh Mulleneux
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The Ruined Cities of Zululand
Walmsley, Hugh Mulleneux
South Africa -- Description and travel; Zululand (South Africa)
And now a faint column of blue smoke shot up from the island, telling
that Wyzinski had fired the bush; it thickened as the dry reeds caught
fire, the red flame darted up at intervals, and heavy masses of smoke
rolled away to leeward. The fire leaped merrily onward, making rapid
progress, and soon a loud trumpeting was heard, as, plunging into the
river, the elephants, terribly frightened, swam towards the opposite
bank, their trunks raised in the air high above the water. They would
evidently land within twenty paces of where Dona Isabel was posted.
"Tighten your bridle-rein, Dona Isabel," whispered the soldier, as he
placed his hand on the snaffle. "Be ready. Here they come!"
"Madre de Dios!" ejaculated the astonished girl. "Oh! Santa Maria, how
grand!"
Rolling about like seven huge porpoises, their backs, heads, and
flapping ears above water, the elephants came on swimming in Indian
file. The trunk raised straight up in the air gave to the black masses
a strange look, while the tusks at times lowered sent the water in their
front spurting into the air. Three out of the seven were males. They
gained the bank, the water falling from them in sheets, and then they
leisurely walked away for cover. One old male was some dozen yards
behind the rest, and this elephant Captain Hughes singled out for
himself. Landing, it stood for a second or two, the water dripping from
its huge sides, looking curiously around. At this moment the loud
reports of two rifles rang out from the forest, and the remaining
elephant, alarmed, moved off in an oblique direction, which would bring
it close to the spot where stood Dona Isabel and the soldier.
The former seemed quite stupefied with wonder as the great mass came
onward at a trot, swinging its long trunk to and fro.
"Ride for your life, Dona Isabel!" said Hughes; "keep for the open, and
ride hard."
Hughes loosed his hold of the reins, and the pony started off. Isabel,
turning in her saddle, fixed her gaze on the elephant, and in so doing
turned the pony's head right for the forest.
Hughes shouted loudly, but without effect; the girl, wholly absorbed
with her astonishment, knew not her danger. For a second the elephant
paused, then, trumpeting with rage, dashed after her.
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