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
The Kalahara, to the north of the Molapo, up to a short distance of Lake
N'gami, the Langberg range of mountains continues northwards in broken
and detached hills through a wild country, unfrequented, except by
native hunters, who visit it from the Bechuana side on the east, and
those living in the desert and the Bastards at Meer. The ostrich is
less hunted here, and consequently more plentiful. Lions seem to have
it all their own way, for they are more numerous here than in any part I
have seen; not only at night, but in broad day, they make an attack on
your oxen. One full-grown male lion seized one of my black oxen, not
300 yards from the waggon, in some low bush at mid-day. Our attention
was called to the bellowing of the ox and the rush of the others towards
us. The lion was on the ox, having seized him by the back of the neck;
one hind-foot of the lion had torn open the flank, and the other across
the back, when the ox dropped. In a few minutes I was at his side with
my double-barrel rifle, and sent two bullets into his heart, when he
rolled on the ground quite dead. The ox had to be shot also, for his
bowels were protruding from his side; he was one of my best oxen. We
saw several others a short distance off, but they disappeared after a
few shots were fired at them. As we treked over the veldt, we came upon
several remains of game on the ground, which the lions had killed and
eaten.
There are many beautiful plants and flowers in these parts. We were
frequently crossed by border tribes who go in to hunt, but they do not
remain. They may be seen occasionally in small parties traversing the
desert, with one or two pack-oxen loaded with dried game and such
feathers as they may have obtained by the rifle or stolen from the
Bushmen they may have surprised. If they catch a Bushman, they conclude
he has feathers,--if not with him, he has them hid in the sand. They
take from him what he has, and then, to make him give up what they
believe he has concealed, they torture the poor wretch by putting a
finger or a toe in the fire until the pain is so groat he tells where he
has hidden them. If he has none, they believe he is telling them false,
and go to such extremes, that they will burn the hand or foot until they
are consumed, believing the victim is obstinate and will not tell where
they are.
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