Twenty-Five Years in a Waggon in South Africa: Sport and Travel in South AfricaAnderson, Andrew A.
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Twenty-Five Years in a Waggon in South Africa: Sport and Travel in South Africa
Anderson, Andrew A.
Africa, Southern -- Description and travel; Anderson, Andrew A. -- Travel -- Africa, Southern
Early in the morning, to save time, I had him
skinned, and inspanned to make my morning trek before breakfast. Two
treks a day, morning and evening, nine miles each, if possible, but in
this country you must be guided by water. The smell of the lion-skin at
the back of the waggon made the oxen trek so fast that it was difficult
to keep them under command. It is a very strange fact that calves born
in the colony, grown into oxen, that have never seen or smelt a lion,
should be so frightened at even the smell. Instinct, I suppose, tells
them they are no friends. Those who have never seen a lion in his wild
state can have no idea what a noble-looking animal he is. My driver
Dirk was elated at having given the first shot, being the first lion he
ever shot at. Every night in these parts we heard them at a distance.
Wolves came every night. A few nights after, one came close to the
waggon about midnight, not thirty yards away. I merely took my rifle as
I sat up in my bed and shot him in the chest--one of those large-spotted
brown sort. They smelt the raw meat at the back of the waggon. Wild
dogs also this year came in large packs; they may be seen in one
district for a short time, then they disappear for months. It is the
same with the lions. The tiger (leopard) seldom leaves his haunts.
The distance from Motsodie to the Great Marico river road is forty-seven
miles, from thence to the junction of the Notuane river with the
Limpopo, seventy-four miles. On the road from whence I crossed the
Notuane river to the Great Marico road, the country is very dry and
sandy, but the bush in places is very lovely. A great fire was raging
on our right and coming down upon us with a strong wind; there was no
means of escaping it, as high grass was in every direction, by trying to
get past it; I therefore held still, set fire to the grass on our left
of the road, which went blazing away at a great speed, that soon cleared
a large extent of ground, where I brought my waggon into a safe
position; if I had not done this, the waggon and all would have been
destroyed.
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