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)
A herd of hartebeest came cantering along, the leader pausing within ten
paces of the clump where he lay hid. The moment sufficed, as a ball
crashed through his skull, and he fell heavily, stone dead. The herd
instantly turned to fly, but not before another shot had bowled over a
second deer.
The buck was a noble animal, measuring seven feet ten inches from the
nose to the base of the tail, and carrying a splendid pair of horns, one
foot ten inches in height; the second being a female, and consequently
much smaller in every respect. The deer were slung across the horses
and sent to camp, where they proved a most seasonable supply, and after
a rest under the trees the hunters prepared to follow. Before them lay
a green rise, hardly to be called a hill, and yet high enough to conceal
the country beyond. Masheesh, no longer dressed in his savage finery,
but quite nude save a hide girded round his loins, was stalking on some
paces in advance, the soldier following and looking with a covetous eye
at the troops of deer which he could not approach. Suddenly, Masheesh
threw himself flat on his face, as though he had been shot, motioning to
the other to do the same. Cautiously and noiselessly the two dragged
themselves up the rise, and peeping over its crest, saw spread out
before them a rich undulating valley, the grass land broken here and
there by groves of mimosa trees, a small river wandering through it on
its way to join the Limpopo. The country of the Batonga lay mapped
before them, while far to the westward rose the hills of the Drakenburgh
range.
Feeding, not five hundred yards from the crest of the rise, was a herd
of strange animals. The head and breast had the appearance of buffalo
on a small scale, the horns of the males being enormous and very
dangerous looking. Twisting spirally downwards when starting from the
head, they then curved upwards like a hook. The head and chest were
covered with dark shaggy hair, the eyes looking fiercely from under the
tangled covering. The shoulders and neck carried a mane like that of a
horse, while the remainder of the body and hind quarters were those of a
pony, except the tail, which was that of a cow, and the legs, which were
those of an antelope.
These strange animals seemed full of fun. Tossing their shaggy, fierce
looking heads, one would leave the rest, tear round in a ring at full
gallop, and then dash into the centre of the herd, pulling up suddenly.
Captain Hughes seemed lost in contemplation, but Masheesh, laying his
hand on his shoulder, signed to him to come away, and both letting
themselves slide down the slope, the herd remained quite unconscious of
their presence.
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