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
During my stay here I had a narrow escape from a lion. I was out with
my rifle after some ostriches in the Kalahara, ten miles from Conge.
Here and there were low bushes. I had run down one bird and fastened
the feathers on the saddle before me. On my way home, on my right,
about 300 yards, was what appeared to be a dead animal or an ostrich, I
could not tell which, therefore I rode up and found it was a blue
wildebeest or gnu, nearly half eaten. Turning my horse to the left to
resume my journey, walking the horse past a bush close on my right,
about fifty yards from the carcass, I came right upon a full-grown lion
and lioness lying down. My horse caught sight of them first, made a
spring which nearly threw me from the saddle, so sudden and unexpected
was his movement. When he did this I saw the lion about to spring; but
our movement was too sudden, and he lost his opportunity; in another
moment the lion would have been upon us. When a couple of hundred yards
was between us, I turned the horse round to have a good look at the
splendid animal, as I knew he would not follow. Both were standing
looking at me. It was now getting late in the day, therefore I lost no
more time in looking after birds or lions. We were not ten feet from
the lion when the horse made his spring, about as lucky an escape from
the jaws of a lion as one could desire.
Treking through the country where there were no roads to Kuis, on the
Molapo, in Montsioa country, I came upon a small Bushman kraal, six huts
in all, evidently a permanent station. A few goats were feeding near
them, and in the bushes were four bush girls collecting most beautiful
caterpillars of red, yellow, blue, and green, about three inches in
length. They told my Hottentot they cook them in milk, and they are
very nice. As the people seemed very friendly, I remained the night
with my waggon, and was much amused at the dancing and singing in the
evening. Happy people! why should they be disturbed in their innocent
life? There were old and young, in all eighteen; a quiet and
inoffensive family. Far away from other kraals these people lived to
themselves; not another family that I could see within fifty miles.
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