Life of Frederick Courtenay Selous, D.S.O., Capt. 25th Royal Fusiliers
John Stuart Mill · en
After a good dinner and the sun had set, Selous, shouldering his rifle
and a supply of meat, again struck south. At dawn, perished with cold,
he reached the last Mashukulumbwe village, and, being near Monzi's, he
determined to risk trouble, and entered the village. Here he found an
unarmed boy, who furnished him with water, but even as he drank it he
heard whispering in a hut close by and saw a man come out stealthily and
vanish in the darkness. Presently this man returned with a gun in his
hand, and later Selous heard him testing a bullet with the ramrod. All
was quiet for a time, however, and Selous sat dozing over the fire. Then
he awoke with a start, to find that two unarmed men had arrived and sat
by the fire close to him. They questioned him and he endeavoured to
answer them.
"In endeavouring to do so to the best of my ability, I kept
gradually turning more towards them, till presently my rifle lay
almost behind me. It was whilst I was in this position that I
heard someone behind me. I turned quickly round to clutch my
rifle, but was too late, for the man whom I had heard just
stooped and seized it before my own hand touched it, and, never
pausing, rushed off with it and disappeared in the darkness. I
sprang up, and at the same moment one of the two men who had
engaged me in conversation did so too, and, in the act of
rising, dropped some dry grass which he had hitherto concealed
beneath his large ox-hide rug on to the fire. There was at once
a blaze of light which lit up the whole of the open space around
the fire. My eyes instinctively looked towards the hut which I
had seen the man with the gun enter, and there, sure enough, he
sat in the doorway taking aim at me not ten yards from where I
sat. There was no time to remonstrate. I sprang out into the
darkness, seizing one of the pieces of wildebeest meat as I did
so; and, as the village was surrounded with long grass, pursuit
would have been hopeless, and was not attempted. My would-be
assassin never got off his shot."[38]