Wild life under the equator : $b narrated for young people — John Shaqi
Wild life under the equator : $b narrated for young peopleDu Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni)
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Wild life under the equator : $b narrated for young people
Du Chaillu, Paul B. (Paul Belloni)
Africa, West -- Description and travel -- Juvenile literature
The question was how to get within gunshot without being seen. There was
nothing to protect me from their view, for the grass had been burned;
there was nothing either to protect me against their assault. Supposing
that I killed the one I should shoot at, the others might take it into
their heads to charge upon me. Not a tree was within reach. Now I had
been so accustomed to hunt wild beasts that I was not afraid of any of
them, but I knew that I could not kill five hippopotami at once.
Suddenly the animals turned round and gradually approached a grove of
trees; but what was to be done? the wind almost blew from that grove
toward them! “At any rate I will try,” said I to myself, “to go there,
but I must take a roundabout way.” How careful I had to be in order not
to be seen!
I felt very much excited, and when I reached the little island, or
grove, of trees without being discovered I was mightily pleased with
myself. It was, I thought, a splendid piece of woodcraft on my part. I
fancied I was almost the equal of Aboko, who had killed the rogue
elephant at Cape Lopez. I had reached the grove from the opposite side
to that where I supposed the hippopotami to be. The only sure way for me
to come close to them was to go through the grove and wait until they
should come within gunshot from the other side.
The trees were not very thick, and I could pass through the underbrush
without making much noise. I thought that perhaps there was a leopard
there, and if so he would leap upon me before I was aware. It was just
the time of the night when they were out, and they abounded in that
region. I therefore entered the woods, looking to the left and to the
right and ahead of me, in order not to be surprised, and met several
hippopotami tracks.
Just as I was in the midst of the grove I suddenly heard a great crash
in the direction I was going. Then followed several other crashes coming
from other parts. I listened: they were the hippopotami: they had
entered the grove by several paths converging toward me.
I kept still. I do believe my hair must have stood up on my head, for I
was awfully excited. The hippopotami were coming just where I was.
[Illustration: HUNTING HIPPOPOTAMI.]
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