The day had hardly broken before Coffee and Chicory were shouting at the
opening of the waggon for Boss Dick and Boss Jack to "come and 'kin a
lion."
They wanted but little rousing up, and after a good souse in the pure
cool spring, that ran bubbling over and amongst some rocks with
delicious-looking broad-fronded ferns drooping gracefully over, they
went and rubbed their horses' muzzles, patted their arched necks, and
gave each a taste of sugar--for which Shoes and Stockings regularly
looked now, and would follow their masters like dogs to obtain--they
shouldered their rifles, and followed the General to the place where the
lion lay.
Rested and refreshed, everything around looked lovely, for they were at
the head of a very fertile valley, where flowers bloomed in profusion,
and the springs that rose in the sides of the mountains sent down
moisture enough to keep miles of the country round of a perpetual green.
"Plenty game here," said Chicory, pointing to a bare, muddy spot by a
water-hole.
The General turned aside, and stooped down to look at the hundreds of
footprints in the soft mud.
"Koodoo," he said, "eland, buffalo, bok, wildebeeste, quagga, zebra,
lion," and he pointed out in turn the spoor, or footprints, of the
various beasts he named. "Yes, plenty of game here."
As they went on, the boys noticed the abundance of the pretty little
whidah bird, a lovely little creature, about the size of a lark, but
with a tail of such enormous length that in a breeze the power of the
wind upon the tail drives the bird to take flight into shelter, so that
it shall not be blown away. Pigeons in abundance flew over their heads,
and parrots of such gaudy colours that Dick felt obliged to shoot three
or four as specimens, to skin and add to their collection.
But the lion pretty well filled the thoughts of all, and Jack was
intensely eager to see the monster that he took to himself the credit of
having shot.
As they drew near the place where the adventure of the previous night
had taken place, the verdure began to give place to brown, parched-up
sedgy grass, and the boys could not help noticing how much it seemed to
harmonise with the skin of the beast of prey they had slain.
As they drew nearer there was no difficulty in finding the spot, for a
party of great, dusky, bare-necked vultures were sitting about, gazing
hungrily at the dead beast, but afraid to approach on account of the
sticks and branches stuck about to imitate a trap.
They were so near now that they could make out the shape of the lion
amongst the dry grass, when, apparently always upon his guard, the
General suddenly presented the point of his assegai. Coffee and Chicory
said nothing, but they did the same; and Dick and Jack, fully under the
impression that the lion had come back to life, cocked their rifles and
stood ready to fire.
Just then there was a low muttering growl, a moving of the long grass as
if something was passing through, and a smooth-coated lion bounded into
sight, gazing at them menacingly, and lashing its sides with its tail.
Wisely or no, the boys' rifles were at their shoulders on the instant,
and they fired together as Coffee and Chicory threw their spears.
There was a tremendous roar, a bound, a crash, and then silence, broken
only by the clicking of the mechanism of the rifles, as the boys rapidly
reloaded them with heavy ball.
As the smoke cleared away the General beckoned Dick and Jack to his
side, and they advanced cautiously through the grass, which they pushed
aside with the assegai and the muzzles of the rifles, till they saw, a
short distance off, the handle of an assegai sticking up.
"There him is," shouted Coffee; "my assegai!" And he seemed ready to
run forward and get it, but was checked by a sign from his father.
The young hunters raised their rifles to their shoulders, ready to fire
again, at the sight of the lion; but the staff of the assegai did not
even quiver; and, gaining confidence, the General went closer and parted
the grass, for his young companions to fire.
The next moment he had sprung forward, and shouted and waved his spear
above his head; for there, upon its side, lay the lion, quite dead, the
second within twenty-four hours.
"That was your shot, Dick," said Jack.
"No, no: yours," said Dick.
"No; I felt as if I didn't hit it far enough forward," cried Jack. "But
we'll soon see."
"Ah, yah, yah! Inyami, Inyami!" shouted Coffee and Chicory; and they
began to kick and bang the dead lion with their kiris, till their father
stopped them, and bade one of them go and fetch Peter or Dinny to come
and help to skin.
As it proved, there was a bullet right in the centre of the second
lion's forehead, and another in the shoulder, which ball Jack claimed,
so that Dick had, as he really deserved, the honour of shooting the
monster, and he gazed with no little pride at its tremendous
proportions.
But big as it was, it was a lioness, and slighter in build than the
tawny monster killed upon the previous evening, to which they now
turned, looking in awe at its huge claw-armed paws, and legs one mass of
muscle. There was something almost stupendous in the power that seemed
to be condensed in its short thick neck, and broad deep shoulders, for,
being one of the maneless kind every muscle of the neck, throat, and
shoulders could be plainly seen.
"Why, Jack, we should be like rats in the jaws of a cat if he took hold
of us," said Dick.
"More need to practise our shooting. Dicky, I shall always aim at their
eyes."
"I want to get back and tell father," said Dick. "Oh, look! here he
comes."
In effect, Mr Rogers, who had heard the firing, was coming on at a fast
run, in dread lest anything should be wrong; but a smile of satisfaction
appeared upon his face as he came up, and heard Dick's joyful cry,
"Father, I've shot a lion."
The skinning of the dangerous monsters was a tough job; but in the
Zulu's skilful hands it seemed comparatively easy, for he knew exactly
where to divide the muscles to make the limbs give way, and how to
thrust the point of his knife through various membranes; so that by
breakfast-time, with the help of Peter, both trophies were removed, and
borne to the camp in triumph.
The place being so lovely, and game being evidently abundant, Mr Rogers
decided to stay where they were for a day or two, especially as the work
of making a kraal of thorns every night became an arduous task and there
was nothing to be gained by hurrying through the wonderful country
without stopping to examine its beauties.
Then, too, the abundance of rich fine grass growing near the rivulets
that came down from the mountains was invaluable for the oxen, which had
begun to look a trifle thinner; and as the good patient beasts worked so
willingly and well, it was a pleasure to see them knee-deep in grass,
placidly munching away at the rich herbage, and in company with the
horses.
So holiday for the animals was proclaimed; Dinny, Peter, and Dirk were
ordered to keep a watchful eye upon the grazing cattle, and Mr Rogers
proposed a short walking, shooting, and natural-history-collecting
expedition.
Of course it was all nonsense, but Dick vowed that Rough'un went and
told what was to be; for the dog, who had been looking at his masters
with bright, intelligent eyes, suddenly jumped upon all fours and barked
twice, after which he trotted off to where Pompey, Caesar, and Crassus
were tied to the wheels of the waggon, put his nose to each, and barked;
and in the place of a patient attack upon tormenting flies and fleas,
the dogs leaped up, strained at their thongs, and barked and bayed
furiously.
"Let them loose, boys," said Mr Rogers, to Coffee and Chicory, who ran
to perform his orders, but found it hard work; for the dogs leaped at
them, twisted the thongs between and round their legs, and upset them
twice; while as soon as they were at liberty they seemed to have
mutually agreed that this was one of the dog-days, and that it was their
duty to go right off mad.
Their antics were wonderful. First they rushed off as hard as they
could tear, as if going straight back home to Mr Rogers' farm; the next
minute they were back, as if they had forgotten to kill Rough'un first,
for they charged down upon him, rolling him over and over, biting,
worrying, and tumbling upon him in the exuberance of their delight;
while Rough'un retaliated by biting again, and getting such a good grip
with his teeth on Pompey's tail that this sturdy fellow dragged him for
yards before Rough'un let go.
Altogether, for a few minutes there seemed to be what Dick called a
dog-storm, after which they all crouched down, with open mouths,
starting eyes, and quivering tongue, staring at the preparations going
on, and ready to be off.
"Good old dogs! Old Pomp! old Caesar! What old Cras! Hi, Rough'un!"
cried Jack, caressing all the dogs in turn, and patting their heads,
with the effect of making them seize and pretend to worry him, seizing
his legs, jumping up, and showing their delight in a dozen ways.
Then the ammunition had to be obtained, satchels stored with provisions,
Coffee and Chicory carrying a supply for their own and their father's
use; and when the grim-looking old warrior held up a warning finger at
them and said they were not to eat the provisions, they brought a smile
to his lips by running off together and pretending to devour the
contents of the bag.
At last all was ready, and after a few words of warning to Dinny and the
others to be watchful, the little party started, Mr Rogers referring to
a small compass he carried in his pocket, and taking the bearings of the
two mountains, so as to be sure of their return.
For though the General was with them there was always the possibility of
being separated; and missing the way back in the great African wilds may
mean missing one's life.
There was plenty to see. Flowers grew in abundance in the rich moist
places; fleshy plants abounded in the sterile rocky parts; and in every
shady niche the ferns were glorious. The trees alone were enough to
satisfy any one with a love of beauty. Great candelabra-shaped
euphorbias, with wondrous thorns and lovely scarlet blossoms; huge
forest-trees that seemed to have lost their own individuality in the
wreathing clusters of creeping flowering plants they bore. Everything
was beautiful; and as they walked on in the glowing sunshine, they
seemed to have come to one of the most glorious spots of earth.
They had not proceeded far beside one of the little rivers that came
bubbling down from the mountain they were approaching before Rough'un
began to bark.
_Click_, _click_, went Dick's rifle.
"Look, father, look! a crocodile!" cried Jack. "I wanted to see a
crocodile."
There was a rush, a splash, and a scurry, and Rough'un came out of the
water, looking about him and staring up at his masters, as if asking
what they had done with the reptile he had chased.
"It was not a crocodile, Jack, but a large water-lizard," said Mr
Rogers.
"Plenty of crocodiles soon," said the General, "big as three of me."
He marked off a space of about twenty feet upon the ground, to show the
length the reptiles of which he spoke, and then roughly marked out their
shape.
"Not here," he said; "over there." And he pointed to the north.
"Here's another," cried Dick.
And this time it was Pompey and Caesar who had hunted out a reptile,
which hissed, and snapped, and fought vigorously for a few moments when
driven to bay, but its defiance was short lived.
While the engagement went on, the reptile looked dragon-like in aspect,
with its ruffled and inflated throat, serrated back, and writhing tail;
but in a very short time the dogs had obtained the mastery, and the
creature was examined, proving to be a kind of iguana, nearly six feet
in length, a great deal of which, however, was the attenuated tail.
The cracks and rifts in the hot bare stones as they climbed higher
seemed to swarm with lizards of all kinds, ready to dart into their
holes upon the approach of the dogs, while several times over the two
Zulu boys came running back, beckoning to Dick and Jack to go and see
some snake basking, twisted in a knot in some sunny spot.
Upon one of these occasions Jack was so struck by the peculiar swollen,
short appearance of the little serpent that he ran back and hailed his
father, who came up just as Coffee and Chicory were assuring Dick that
if he did what he had proposed to do, namely, taken up the short, thick
serpent, he would never have gone hunting any more.
In fact as soon as Jack had gone the serpent moved slightly, and wishing
his father to see it, and eager to stop its escape, Dick had attempted
to pick it up, when Coffee and Chicory threw themselves upon him, and a
short struggle ensued, which made Dick very angry, and he was very
nearly coming to blows.
"The boys are quite right," said Mr Rogers sharply. "Dick, you ought
to have known better. Don't you know what that thick, short serpent
is?"
"No, father," said Dick, in an injured tone.
"Then you ought to know, my boy, for I have described it to you when
talking about the reptiles of this part of the world. What do you say
it is, Jack?"
"I don't know, father; I'm not sure," replied Jack, glancing at Dick,
and feeling that it would hurt him to profess to greater knowledge than
his brother.
"Nonsense! I'm sure you do know," said Mr Rogers impatiently.
"Is it the puff-adder, father?" said Dick hesitatingly.
"Of course it is, and you ought to have known the deadly pest. No, no,
don't waste a charge upon it, and it may alarm any game. Let one of the
boys kill it."
That was soon done, for Chicory made a sign to his brother, who touched
the puff-adder's tail and began to irritate it, making it turn and
strike viciously at the blade of his assegai.
That was what Chicory wanted.
The next moment his blade whished through the air, and the puff-adder's
head lay upon the ground.
"You cannot be too careful, boys," said Mr Rogers, picking up the flat
spade-shaped head, and opening the jaws with the point of his knife.
"Look, boys," he continued, as he made the jaws gape, and then raised up
a couple of keen transparent fangs that lay back upon the roof of the
creature's mouth. "Do you see? There are the hollow fangs through
which a drop of deadly poison is injected in the blood and causes death.
Don't let's destroy life unnecessarily; but if we want food, or come
across any poisonous or dangerous beast, I think it is sentimentality to
refrain from ridding the world of such a pest."
Dick felt very ignorant, and wished he had known better; but he could
not help being pleased at his brother's manner; and the incident was
forgotten the next moment in one of those natural history adventures of
which they had all read, but had little expected to share in their
lives.
As they had climbed higher they had found the mountain more rugged, and
broken up into deep crevices and defiles, all of which were full of
interesting objects--flowers, plants, and foliage--such as they had
never before seen; while in the sheltered and often intense heat,
beetles and butterflies seemed to have found these rifts a perfect
paradise.
Dick had gone on first, and turning a corner he had found quite a rugged
shelf running alone the steep side of a ravine, the bottom of which was
carpeted with flowers that grew amongst the stones.
It was a very interesting spot, but as it seemed to lead right away into
the heart of the mountain he was about to turn back and rejoin his
party, when he caught sight of a gracefully-shaped large-eared gazelle
about fifty yards away, gazing apparently in another direction.
He could have shot it easily, but it seemed so quiet and tame that he
did not raise his piece, though if it had attempted to run, the thought
of the delicious roast it would make would undoubtedly have made him
bring it down.
Besides he wanted all the practice he could get with his rifle, and a
shot at a running antelope or gazelle was not to be missed.
Half wondering why it did not feed, he remained watching it, supposing
that it had heard some of the party lower down; when all at once the
sun's rays seemed to glance off something glistening and bright, and
straining forward to get a better view, Dick became aware of the fact
that a large serpent was twining fold after fold one over another, and
as, half petrified, he watched the reptile, he suddenly saw a monstrous
neck and head reared up in front of the gazelle.
The creature seemed to be all glistening umber brown and dusky yellow,
and its surface shone like burnished tortoiseshell in the glowing sun,
while to the boy's eyes it seemed, from the height to which the swaying
head was raised, that the body, half hidden from him by the herbage,
must be monstrous.
And all the time, fascinated as it were, or more probably paralysed by
fear, the gazelle stood perfectly still, watching the undulations of the
serpent's neck, and calmly awaiting its end.
Dick was so interested that he forgot that he held a rifle and shot-gun
in his hand. He knew that the serpent was, as it were, playing with its
prey before seizing it, feeling probably, if it thought at all, quite
certain of the trembling creature whenever it felt disposed to strike,
and preparing itself for its banquet by writhing its body into a more
convenient place.
It was a horrible sight, and Dick waited to see the serpent seize the
gazelle, wrap round it and crush its quivering body out of shape, and
then slowly swallow it, till it formed a knot somewhere in the long
tapering form, and go to sleep till it was hungry again.
"Ugh, you beast!" ejaculated Dick; and the sound of his own voice seemed
to break the fascination of interest by which he had been held.
The next instant he was pitying the gazelle, and as he saw the serpent
draw back its head he laid the barrel of his piece against a block of
stone, waited until the quivering head was still and the jaws began to
distend, and then his trembling hand grew firm, and he drew the trigger.
The puff of smoke obscured everything for the moment, and he could not
start forward or he would have gone over the precipice, so he had to
wait till the vapour had passed away, when, to his great disgust, he
could see nothing.
The gazelle and serpent were both gone; so he began to load again,
wishing he could take better aim, when he heard a shout, and Chicory
came running up, followed by Coffee.
"Boss Dick shoot um? Boss Dick shoot noder lion?" cried Chicory.
"No," said Dick; "it was a miss this time."
"No," cried Coffee; "I see um. Look, boss, look!"
Mr Rogers and Jack came hurrying up just then, and looking in the
direction pointed out, there was the serpent, writhing and twining in
the most horrible manner down in a narrow rift, out of which it now
glided in a blind purposeless way, writhing, whipping the herbage with
its tail, and tying itself in what seemed to be impossible knots.
"Coffee and Chick go and kill um," said the latter, letting himself down
the face of the precipice, followed by his brother; and, apparently
quite without dread of the monster, they scrambled down over the rough
stones till they came to the serpent, when, watching his opportunity,
Coffee seized its tail and tried to drag it, but the creature seemed to
whip him off, and Coffee uttered a yell as he was driven staggering
back.
"Go down, Dick, and try and give the monster another shot," said Mr
Rogers. "No, stop; I dare say the boys will finish it."
For just then, evidently enraged at the treatment his brother had
received, Chicory drove his assegai through the serpent, and then again
and again, the creature's struggles being blind of purpose, for its head
had been shattered by Dick's shot; while fiercely leaping up, Coffee
raised his own assegai, and holding it chopper fashion, he waited his
time till the serpent's head was handy, when he hewed it off.
The writhings now grew faint; and the General coming up, and descending
with Mr Rogers and his sons and the dogs, which kept making rushes at
the waving form and not biting it, the serpent was dragged out full
length and measured, Mr Rogers making seven fair paces by its side, and
setting it down at about eighteen feet in length.
"A nice monster to meet, Master Dick," he said. "I congratulate you
upon your success."
"Have it skinned, father," exclaimed Jack eagerly. "It would be such a
capital thing to have, stuffed and coiled up, at home."
Mr Rogers glanced at the great faintly-writhing monster, with its
tortoiseshell markings, and shook his head.
"No, my boy," he said; "I must confess to too great a dislike to the
serpent race to care to carry about their skins. Besides, if we are
going on like this, killing a lion a day, we shall have only room for
the skins of our big game. Let's leave the creature here."
They climbed up out of the ravine, and after a couple of hours' more
walking, full of interest if not of incident, they went slowly back,
glad to get in the shade of the trees beneath which the waggon was
halted, and finding everything right.