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
I started the next morning, and after toiling for several hours, rested,
and again went on, crossing those lofty ridges until dark, outspanned
for the night in a deep hollow, where there was plenty of good grass,
and trees, and dead wood for fire. Our trek this day was about eight
miles; two great fires were made, and our little party of twenty-six all
told, made themselves comfortable over their supper, and at ten all were
fast asleep. But we did not get much rest, the lions kept round the
camp making a great noise, and being surrounded by these hills and thick
bush, we were the greater part of the night obliged to keep a sharp
look-out that none of our animals were taken. Early the next morning I
took my rifle and mounted one of these sand-dunes before inspanning, and
found from the base to the summit registered 204 feet. But what a sight
when I looked round; as far as the eye could see, nothing but these
immense sand-dunes in every direction, here and there open patches of
yellow sand and bush, a wild, rugged, and howling wilderness, that
appeared interminable, the fit abode for savage man and more savage
beast, and here we find them, man in primitive nature, as low a type as
the world can produce, little removed from the beast, for it is here I
have met those wild men which I have described elsewhere; they are
partly covered with short woolly hair, and have no forehead, the scant
wool reaching the eyes. They are rarely now seen, even by the Bushmen
of the desert, as they have repeatedly told me, and here they may find a
home for many years to come, for no other living man will fix his
residence in such a region of desolation,--
"A wilderness howling and drear,
Forsaken by man from famine or fear."
_Pringle_.
On our trek we started many head of game, which are easily killed by the
Bushman arrow, and with these and the many wild fruits they manage to
exist. It has taken four days to cross this wild and hilly region which
extends over an area as far as I have explored it, fifty miles from east
to west, and nearly forty north to south: the home of the leopard and a
legion of wild tiger-cats, that are spotted or striped,--their skins
make beautiful karosses. On leaving these dunes we come upon a level
plain of limestone, which we have ten miles to cross, where there are
several watering-places, fountains they may be called, and enter
sand-dunes again for some fifteen miles, and then come upon a bush
country, with gentle rises and low wooded bills with isolated conical
hills of granite. Close to the hills, I outspanned near a swamp; the
noise from the bull-frog kept us from sleep. They are monsters, a foot
across the back and quite black. The Bushmen eat them; they would form
a fine dish for our French neighbours.
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