A HUNTING TRIP--ROUND THE BIVOUAC FIRE--THE HUNTER'S TALE--CARRIED OFF
BY A LION--THE SHOOTING LAWS IN THE DESERT--THE OPHIR OF SCRIPTURE--
BABOONS HUNTING A LEOPARD--THE NATAL ROCK SNAKE.
We have for a time omitted the individual adventures of Hans, and have
endeavoured to give a brief account of those events in all of which he
was an active participator, and which led to the emigrants possessing
for a time the Natal district. So occupied had Hans been with the wars
of the time, that Katrine had seen but little of him. Now that affairs
were more peaceable, Hans wished to marry at once; but Katrine was
mourning for several relatives who had been murdered with Reliefs party,
or slaughtered at Weenen; she therefore put it off for six months, a
proceeding to which her lover greatly objected. Finding she was
determined, however, he had no alternative; and so, to make the time
pass as rapidly as possible, he arranged with his old companions, Victor
and Bernhard, and three other farmers, to go on an elephant-hunting
expedition up the country to the north-east, where it was reported
elephants abounded.
The party who started on this expedition each took a waggon, which was
drawn by fourteen oxen. Accompanying the waggon was a Hottentot driver
and three Kaffirs. From four to five horses were taken by each hunter,
so that the party amounted to nearly thirty in all. It was quite an
unexplored country where these hunters intended to travel, and so there
was an additional interest in this expedition. Guns and ammunition were
in plenty, and it was anticipated that considerable profit would be
derived from the ivory and skins which would be taken during the
journey.
"Well, Victor," said Hans, as the two sat in a tent which had been
brought with them, "we have scarcely had a long chat since our battles
with the Zulus. Tell me of your escapes."
"I had several," replied Victor; "the nearest, though, was when we went
with Uys, and we thought you were killed. There were Bernhard and Cobus
and some half-dozen of us who wanted to turn back and look after you,
but the others would not. The Zulus were closing on us again, and the
hill swarmed with them, but we waited for a minute to try and persuade
the others to turn back. During that minute the Zulus closed on us, and
a great brawny Kaffir threw his knob-kerrie at me. I tried to dodge it,
but it came so quickly I could not, and it struck me fairly on the head.
Cess, I fell as if I had been shot. I did not lose my senses, but felt
paralysed for a time. The Zulus yelled triumphantly as they saw me
fall, and the assagies flew thick about us; but the few men with me were
my staunch friends, and a dozen bullets answered the triumphant shouts
of the Kaffirs. I think it was old Piet who lifted me on my horse, and
holding the reins dragged my horse along, till I got right again, and
could hold the reins. I returned the kindness before long; for as we
rode through the bush a Zulu started up close to him, and would have had
an assagy through him before he could have saved himself, for the Kaffir
was quite round on his right side, but I was behind him a little, and
just as the assagy was leaving the Kaffir's hands, I sent my bullet
through him."
"Those Zulus fought well!" exclaimed Hans. "If they ever get possessed
of guns, they may give us trouble."
"Some had guns in the last engagement, but they were not much use to
them, and the horses they rode caused the death of one of the party, who
being unable to manage his horse, which was running away with him into
our camp, the Zulu stabbed himself with his own spear."
"The man was a fool!" exclaimed Hans; "why did he not stab the horse
instead?"
"Talking over your battles!" exclaimed Hofman, an old hunter, as he
entered the tent. "Ah! we have had plenty of fighting for some time to
come, and we may talk about it now, for there will be peace in the land
for some time. We have been fortunate in our last battles, though we
ought not to have been beaten before. It all arose from underrating the
enemy. Though we had guns, and they had none, yet when you fight in
bushy country, and there are twenty to one against you, even a savage
armed with an assagy is not to be despised. I fought against the
Amakosa tribes when they attacked Graham's Town, and I know how these
Africans can fight. You will see more fighting before you die, Hans,
depend upon it."
"I am ready to defend my own and my home," replied Hans, "though I have
no wish to shed any more human blood; though I can say I never shot a
Kaffir, unless it was to save my own life."
"Now we shall have to try our strength against dangerous game, instead
of against savages," said Hofman, "and that will try your nerves at
times. I know that I never found in any battle I have been in such
nervous work as the first time I shot a lion, and that I did in
self-defence, and when little more than a boy."
"Tell us the tale, Hofman," said one or two of the party, who had all
assembled in the tent, and were busily occupied in smoking.
"It is not much of a tale," replied the hunter, "and Hans there, I know,
has had many more narrow escapes; but it was when I lived under the
Winterberg. I had been over to our neighbours, who lived twenty-five
miles from us, and I rode an old horse that was almost past work. I was
to ride there and back in the day, and bring some seeds with me for the
farm. Well, I had ridden there and got the seeds, and should have soon
returned, only there was somebody there I liked to stop and talk to, and
so I waited rather late. It was near sundown when I started, and I had
a good three hours' ride before me. This I did not think much of,
though I had to pass a place called Lions' Fountain, where lions were
usually seen, and if they were not seen, their footprints always were,
showing that they lived in the neighbourhood. I rode on, however, and
as it got darker I rode quicker; but before long I found the old horse
was knocked up, and could not go beyond a walk. I knew my father was
fond of the old horse, so I determined to dismount and lead him. I did
so, and walked slowly enough, for the horse would not hurry himself.
Presently I found him snorting as from fear, and getting quite lively,
for which I could not account at first; but noting that the old horse
kept turning his head as though looking at something, I strained my eyes
to see what it was. I was, as I said, young at the time, and so you may
not be surprised when I tell you my heart beat quickly when I saw, not a
single lion, for that, I think, I might have felt a match for, but no
less than four lions trotting along about sixty yards from the side of
the waggon-track I was following. I could scarcely believe my eyes at
first, but the night was clear and starlight, and there was light enough
for me to see that. What was most strange, too, was that one lion
seemed to be afraid that the others should take his prey away from him,
for every now and then he would turn on them, and with a smothered growl
rush at them, sending them scampering away like cur dogs; then he would
trot up again within forty yards, and go along in the same direction.
This he did once or twice, till I began to think he was taking care of
me, and didn't mean to eat me or the horse. I was armed with only a
single-barrelled gun, and that not a very large bore; so I did not feel
at all a match for four lions, and began to try and remember some
prayers I had heard might help one at a pinch like this; but I couldn't
well call to mind any thing suitable, and was beginning to think I had
better leave the old horse and run for it, when the big lion, having
driven off the others to some distance, came up within thirty yards of
me, and right in my path. If I led the horse on, I should be nearest
the lion, and I believed he would kill me first, and the horse
afterwards. I hesitated what to do, and had I been more experienced, I
believe I should not have done what I did; for a wounded lion is a
terrible creature, even worse than a hungry one. However, I determined
to fire at him. Aiming at his forehead, I pulled the trigger, and
instantly bolted behind the old horse. Before I could see what
happened, I waited a moment, expecting to hear the monster roar; but
there was no sound, except of creatures scampering away in the distance;
and when I looked to see where the lion was, there he lay dead. My
little bullet had struck him between the eyes, and killed him on the
spot I remember it all now as if it had just happened, and I think I
never was more alarmed than on that night."
"You were once carried off by a lion, were you not, Hans?" inquired the
last speaker.
"Yes, I was carried a hundred yards or more, and scarcely had my skin
broken. A lion is like a cat in that; he can hold a live creature in
his mouth, and not damage it, just as I have seen a cat carry a mouse,
and when it put the mouse down the little creature would run away just
as though it hadn't been touched."
"I heard you had been carried, Hans, but never heard all the story. How
was it?"
"I was out after porcupines, and was lying down one night near a
porcupine's hole, waiting for him to come out. I had no gun, but only
my hunting-knife and a large knob-kerrie, with which to knock the
porcupine on the nose; for that, as you know, kills him at once. I did
not hear a sound until I found the grass near me move, and a lion put
his paw on me, and holding me down by it, gripped my back and lifted me
up. The brute pressed his claws into me, but luckily my leather belt
prevented his teeth from damaging me, and he carried me by holding on to
my belt and coat. If either of these had given way, I should have soon
been laid hold of in a far more rough manner. I knew the nature of a
lion well enough to know that if I struggled I should have my neck
broken or my head smashed in an instant, so I did not struggle, but
quietly drew my knife, and thought what was best to do. I thought at
first of trying to stab him in the heart, but I could not reach that
part of him, and his skin looked so loose that I feared I could not
strike deep enough, carried as I was. I knew it would be life or death
with me in an instant, so turning myself a bit, I gashed the lion's
nose, and cut it through. The lion dropped me as I would drop a
poisonous snake, and jumped away roaring with pain. He stood for an
instant looking at me, but I did not move, and he did not seem to like
to carry me again. More than once he came up to within a few yards,
licking the blood as it poured from his nose; but there I remained like
a stone, and he was fairly afraid to tackle me again. I know a buffalo
and an ox are very sensitive about the nose, and a cat, if just tapped
on the nose, can't stand it; so I thought a lion might be the same, and
so it proved, or I should not be here to tell you the story. I think we
may have good sport up the country," continued Hans, "and lions may be
plentiful."
"I don't go out of my way to shoot lions," replied Hofman. "There is
more danger with a lion than even with an elephant, and when you have
shot a lion, what is he worth? His skin will not fetch thirty
rix-dollars, and his teeth are only used for ornaments. Now if you kill
an elephant, he is worth twenty or thirty pounds at least. So I will
leave the lions to you, Hans, and I will go after the elephants; but
shall we arrange our shooting laws?"
"Yes, we had better do so now," replied Hans, "before we come to any
large game."
"Well, my plan always has been, let us shoot for food in turns; or if we
all shoot together, divide the meat amongst us. When we come to
elephants, let it be that the first bullet entitles the shooter to half
the ivory; and whoever puts in another bullet, to a share. What say you
to this, men?"
"It is not good," said Hans; "for men will shoot wild in order just to
get a bullet into an elephant, and may thus spoil sport. I propose that
whenever we are together, and kill our game together, we mark the tusks,
and all share alike. If we are alone, and kill alone, the tusks belong
to whoever kills. We are honest men and tried; none of us will shirk
his fair risk, and no man will shoot the worse because he knows his
friend may get a share of the ivory."
"Hans' plan is the best," exclaimed several.
"I have seen friendships lessened by the disputes over dead elephants,"
exclaimed Victor, "and Hans' plan will prevent disputes. If you and I
fire together, we may both think our bullet struck the elephant first.
It is better to share, or to shoot alone."
"My Kaffir tells me we shall find elephants in plenty up the country.
Now if we could but capture a young elephant, and bring him safely back
to Natal, we should make much money, for I hear in England they will pay
large sums for a live animal from Africa."
"The English must know very little of Africa, and of the game here,"
said Hans. "They are, I have heard, all crowded together in that
country, and have no elephants or large game wild, so they must wish for
our land, and some of them come out here to see what sport is."
"There is more in the land we shall hunt in than game," said Hofman;
"and if we are lucky, we shall find it. For, though ivory is valuable,
gold is more so."
"Gold!" exclaimed the hunters in one voice; "what makes you think there
is gold there?"
"About two years ago I met a man at Algoa Bay, who came from the
Faderland. He had come in a ship from Delagoa Bay, and he said that
from Delagoa Bay inland, and to the west, gold was found in the rivers.
He showed me that he had some gold dust, and that this he had bought
from natives. The country about there is very unhealthy, and oxen or
horses don't live well; therefore white men can't go in from there to
find it. He said, too, that the country called Sofala was really Ophir,
and that the Patriarchs got their gold from about there."
"I think, Hofman," said Hans, "if you search for the gold, I will be
content to hunt for elephants. One is certain, the other is risky."
"We are out to hunt elephants, Hans," replied Hofman, "and that is what
we will do; but if we at any time find ourselves near rivers where there
are no elephants, we might look for gold."
"Yes, that might be done," replied Hans, "but my gold shall be skins and
ivory. Hark to the hyenas! how they yell to-night! There is a lion
about, I should fancy."
"A lion or a leopard," replied Victor. "It is very strange how the
weaker animals often club together to defend themselves against a
stronger one. Before I left the borders of the old country, I more than
once saw my cattle beat off a hyena. They would form a circle, and show
a bold front of horns, and run at the hyena if he came near them."
"For that there is nothing equal to a troop of baboons," said Hofman;
"they are as cunning and as wise as men. I have watched them often, and
they set one of their number to watch for enemies; and if he does not do
his duty, the others will beat him. I often amused myself by trying to
stalk near the baboons that lived near me when I was near the
Winterberg, and they never but once were caught asleep. I managed once
to get quite close to them without the sentry seeing me, and then stood
up and ran at them. I was soon sorry I had ventured amongst them, for
they were savage, and so powerful they could have torn me to pieces had
they attacked me; but they at once bit and tore the sentry, who scarcely
attempted to defend himself, just as though he knew he deserved to be
punished. I can tell you a strange story about these baboons.
"There came into our neighbourhood a leopard, and he lived well for some
time, till we hunted him, and he had to keep to the bush. Now it turned
out that the leopard killed a baboon, and ate him. The baboons feared
to attack the leopard, as he would be too much for them, but they had
decided on revenging themselves on him. They therefore followed him
about, but at a cautious distance. After a time the leopard wanted to
drink, but no sooner did he go to the water than the baboons came around
threatening him, and they were so active that the leopard could not
attack them successfully. The leopard started off to leave the country,
but the baboons followed, barking and screaming after him. For three
days the baboons followed him, and would neither let him eat nor drink,
when the leopard became quite weak from thirst and want of food. There
were so many baboons, too, that they never let the leopard rest, and
thus he was worn out As soon as the baboons found he was weak, they
assembled around him, and attacked him in earnest, and killed him in a
few minutes. I had missed the baboons from my krantzes [steep ravines],
and I heard from the neighbours that they had seen baboons following and
worrying a leopard, and at last the baboons were heard worrying
something, and this turned out to be the leopard, which was found dead
and fearfully mangled."
"I have heard that same thing before," said Bernhard, "and I know the
baboons are capable of it; they are very wise."
"Yes," said Hans, "they are useful too; for whatever a baboon eats, a
man may venture to eat also. This is the case with monkeys, too. A man
ought never to starve, if he lives near where monkeys are; for you can
watch what fruit or sorts a monkey eats, and that will show you what you
may venture upon. You have been down at the bay for some time, Hofman,"
continued Hans; "can you tell us any thing about the large snakes that
are there?"
"Yes, I can. There are very large snakes there, but these large snakes
are not poisonous. They live in the long grass near rocks or old trees,
and feed on birds, small buck, and such things. They will not attack
you, I believe; but they could kill a man, as one I shot there had
killed and eaten a calf. It was about twenty-five feet long, and two
men could not lift it. There are snakes said to be much larger than
this one, and I have heard from the Kaffirs of a snake near the coast as
long as a span of oxen; but this I cannot speak to, for I never even saw
the spoor; yet they may grow to a great size. But there are
puff-adders, cobras, ring-hals, and many snakes there, and it is not
good to walk much in very long grass. There are elephants, too, near
the bay, but the bush is very dense, and the elephants are fierce; it
does not do to attempt shooting them there."
"We have a fine country about us," exclaimed Hans, "and now that Panda
is chief of the Zulus we may rejoice at leaving the old colony to come
here. The game was nearly all gone from about there, and the place was
worn out. My father shot elephants near Algoa Bay, and all the game was
to be seen in the colony; but now there is nothing there, though it is
not so far from us. It will be a long time before the elands are driven
away from the plains here, and there are buck in plenty. We can go
after elephants when we choose, and now that we have won our land we may
enjoy it. Good luck to us on our trek, Karls! and I think now we will
sleep, and by and by we may sit up at night to becroup large game; so we
had better sleep now, when it is not so plentiful."
The advice of Hans was relished by all the party, who having directed
two Hottentots to watch, and to call others in succession, the hunters
sought their waggons, and wrapping themselves in their blankets, lay
down to rest in these vehicles, which to the hunter are like a ship to a
sailor.
The camp was soon quiet, the only sounds being the low guttural voices
of the Hottentots, or the low tones of the more harmonious Zulu, as the
Kaffirs talked over the scenes of the past few months, and wondered at
the power of the white man, which had enabled him to break the strength
of the mighty Zulu chieftain who had so long been the terror of those
tribes, which, having either fled from him or from other nations near,
had settled at Natal, had welcomed the arrival of the white man, and had
at once accepted him as an ally: the distant moaning of a wolf, and the
shrill barking cry of the jackal, being the other sounds that plainly
told that the wilderness was around.