The Tropical World: Aspects of man and nature in the equatorial regions of the globe.Hartwig, G. (Georg)
History
The Tropical World: Aspects of man and nature in the equatorial regions of the globe.
Hartwig, G. (Georg)
Natural history -- Tropics; Tropics
Nothing can be more elegant than the figure of this beautiful antelope
in the full unfettered freedom of its native wilds. Its slender but
vigorous limbs are in the highest degree elastic; all its actions
are animated and graceful. When the approach of a caravan surprises
it in its solitude, it pricks up its ears, stretches forth its neck,
and fixes an attentive gaze upon the strangers. Distrusting their
intentions, it vaults with a few bounds over large stones or bushes,
and then again stops, playfully waving its horns to and fro. When once
it has been chased it becomes extremely wary, and on account of its
amazing fleetness can only be taken by dint of the utmost perseverance
and cunning. It is often seen in large groups, bounding across the
desert with such extraordinary swiftness that it seems bird-like to
skim over the surface. From time immemorial its elegant form and
brilliant eye have played a conspicuous part in Oriental poetry. The
Arab loves to compare the eye of his mistress with that of the gazelle--
‘Her eyes’ dark charm ’twere vain to tell,
But look on that of the gazelle,
It will assist thy fancy well’--
and ‘Thou art as graceful and as beautifully-shaped as a gazelle,’ is
the highest compliment that can be paid to an Oriental beauty.
The chase of the gazelle is a favourite amusement of the inhabitants
of the Saharian oases. On seeing a herd at a distance, they approach
as cautiously as possible; and when about a mile distant, they unleash
their greyhounds, who dart off with the rapidity of arrows, and are
excited by loud cries to their utmost speed. Yet they only reach the
flying herd after a long race; and now the scene acquires the interest
of a drama. The best greyhound selects the finest gazelle for his prey,
which uses all its cunning to avoid its pursuer, springing to the
right, to the left, now forwards, then backwards, sometimes even right
over the greyhound’s head; but all these zigzag evolutions fail to save
it from its indefatigable enemy. When seized it utters a piteous cry,
the signal of the greyhound’s triumph, who kills it with one bite in
the neck.
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