The Young Colonists: A Story of the Zulu and Boer WarsHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
The Young Colonists: A Story of the Zulu and Boer Wars
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Transvaal (South Africa) -- History -- War of 1880-1881 -- Juvenile fiction; Zulu War, 1879 -- Juvenile fiction
For three quarters of an hour the elephants continued to feed upon the
heads of maize; then the big male suddenly wheeled round, extended his
great ears, lifted his trunk, and trumpeted. At this signal the others
all gathered together, and stood gazing in the direction from which
danger threatened. Again the old bull gave an angry scream. The others
moved slowly away from the danger, but he advanced in the direction in
which he had seen the natives.
"Very bad elephant that," Tony whispered to Dick; "he give heaps of
trouble; you see him charge."
A minute or two later the elephant, catching sight of his enemies,
quickened his pace, and with his little tail switching angrily, uplifted
trunk, and widespread ears, he charged down upon them at a pace of which
Dick had not supposed so cumbersome a beast would be capable.
In a moment the distant natives were seen to rise from the grass and to
run at full speed back towards the wood. The elephant pursued them
until he reached the trees; here he halted, and gazed for some time into
the wood. Then seeing no signs of the natives--for these knew better
than to provoke so vicious a beast by firing at him--he trumpeted
defiantly, and slowly retraced his steps towards the rest of the herd.
These, led by the two males, were already approaching the trees behind
which Dick and his party were lying concealed. Before they had arrived
there Mr Harvey and his party came up.
Dick and Tom were both carrying heavy smooth-bore guns, similar to those
used by the Boers. These their fathers had purchased at Newcastle on
the day of their start; they were old weapons, but very strong and
serviceable; they carried a heavy charge of powder and a large ball, of
a mixture of lead and tin, specially made for elephant-shooting.
"Dick fire first," Blacking whispered in his ear; "if he not kill him,
then the rest of us fire."
Dick was lying down behind the trunk of a tree, his rifle steadied
against it; when the elephant was within a distance of twenty yards he
fired, taking steady aim at the vital point. The recoil of the piece
was tremendous, and the roar of its report almost stunned him; he gave,
however, a shout of delight, for the elephant stood for half a minute
swaying from side to side, and then fell heavily upon the ground.
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