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
ones must be dangerous; the natives tell me it is death. The study of
the insect-world is a lifelong study in Africa alone, consequently my
attention was only drawn to those kinds that took my special attention.
There is every indication that this country is drying up. Fountains
that gave out fine springs of water, so the old Kaffirs told me, in
their fathers' time, have not been known to flow for many years. This
is a common remark all over the country, and there is evidence that it
is so. Extensive pans, some more than a mile in circumference and 100
feet deep, with rocks or cliffs generally on the north-east side, with
sandy bottoms, are now without water, when evidently they must have been
full at some time. From the long drought, seven or eight months of the
year, it cannot become a corn-growing country to any extent. The
greater portion of the ground is of that stony and rocky nature it is
incapable of growing anything but a coarse grass that suits cattle, but
not sheep. A farm of 3000 morgan, or 6000 acres, will not maintain
throughout the year more than 200 head. That is where water is on the
farm, otherwise that number of cattle can only be maintained for seven
months out of the year.
The northern border of Griqualand West, on the north of the Campbell
Randt, is a fine country for grazing and keeping cattle. There is more
permanent water, the district being limestone. From Daniel's Kuil,
where there is a singular cave, and between Neat's fountain, Marsaipa
and Boetsap, is now laid out into farms. Fourteen years ago I
frequently hunted the ostrich all through that region. Lions and wolves
would visit me every night. Bushmen also were found, but of late years
they have disappeared. An old Bushman at that time told me one evening
many tales of his escapes from lions, and one of his brothers, only a
few months before, was seized by a lion in the arm, when he had the
presence of mind to take a handful of sand and throw it in the lion's
eyes, when he let go, and the Bushman made his escape before the lion
had recovered from the pain and surprise, then gave a roar and bounded
away. I saw his brother a few days afterwards, and the marks of the
teeth on the arm. A similar occurrence happened in the desert when I
was there four years before. A lion had seized a Bushman in a similar
way, when he could manage to reach the hind part and squeeze his leg,
when the lion gave a roar and sprang away. Many other such tales I have
heard from these children of the desert of lions leaving the victims
they have seized. I have met with three kinds of wolves in these parts:
the tiger-wolf, hyena striata, the largest kind, the striped hyena, a
large animal, and the maned hyena, the small kind. The wolf-hyena is
the most numerous.
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