When morning dawned, and I recollected that it was the day for the
elephant hunt, in which Metilulu was to bear a part, I felt by no means
easy in my mind respecting the meeting; but as it has always been my
nature to put the best face on affairs, however gloomy, and to trust in
that Providence which already had dealt so kindly by me, I placed a
small kaross which had been given me over my shoulders, for my red
seaman's shirt was now absolutely in rags, and, taking my breakfast,
awaited news.
The kraal was full of animation, occasioned, as I afterwards learned, by
the fact that Metilulu had expressed his intention to bivouac out that
night, so as to pay due honour to the elephant when killed.
Tugela had been telling me, when he had been interrupted by the hubbub
outside, that one way in which they entrapped elephants was by means of
a pit-fall, such as that into which poor Grimes had stumbled; but this
did not succeed long together, for these animals have such reasoning
powers that after one or two of the herd have been thus caught, the rest
become most wary, and always place an old, sagacious one in front, which
carefully feels the ground with his foot before advancing, so that
directly it touches the branches laid over to conceal the pit, he
detects the deception and avoids it. The hunt which was to take place
was to be of a different kind to this. The footprint of a remarkably
fine elephant had been discovered, the tusks belonging to which
evidently would be a prize to the slayer.
I had already--as perhaps the reader may remember--expressed surprise as
to how a Kaffir, finding these footprints, could find or track the
elephant after some days had intervened. I now ascertained that the
native, on coming across a foot-mark, took off the impression in soft
clay; and so accurately do they manage this, that, among a hundred other
prints, they can still keep to the one belonging to the animal they wish
to kill.
Tugela having joined me, with the intelligence that the hunters were
about to start, I proceeded to the outside of the kraal, and was no
little pleased to find Metilulu not there. As, however, I had
understood he was to be present, I could not help making a cautious
inquiry respecting his non-attendance, and heard that it was his royal
pleasure to come on afterwards--meaning thereby, as I divined, before
the day was over,--to be in, according to English fox-hunters'
phraseology, at the death and the sumptuous feast of elephant feet.
Having used my weapons to so good a purpose before, I was again
accommodated with some assagais and a shield; thus, with my trousers
worn down to knee-breeches, my boots long discarded, my browned
stockingless feet, bronzed face, and the fur kaross over my shoulders, I
really began to look very like the Kaffirs about me.
One of the natural proclivities of mankind, I verily believe, is a
decided love for the chase. Certainly, as I strode along, surrounded by
the lithe, vigorous, armed forms of my companions, with the fresh
morning air blowing on my cheek, the expanse of wondrous scenery
stretching on every side, and my spears grasped in my hand, I felt the
blood begin to beat with renewed energy in my pulses, and the depression
which late events had cast upon me gradually wearing off.
The model of the elephant's foot that we tracked was soon brought into
requisition. We had scarcely gone half-an-hour's sharp march before we
came across several footprints, in which the one we were after was
apparent. I did not think that these animals came so near the vicinity
of man as the marks proved; but Tugela said that at times a herd of them
would make a swoop in the night upon the kraal itself, and destroy all
the crops growing near. The only way they had of scaring them was to
light large fires, make as much noise as they could, and--think of it
fond English mothers--to beat all the children in the community, so that
the addition of their shrill infantine yells might terrify the ponderous
animals.
The track having been discovered, the hunters proceeded with much
caution. Slowly we advanced, I finding some difficulty in making my way
through the bush like the natives, with their smooth, well-oiled bodies,
though I managed to keep on, carefully avoiding, however, any parasite
at all resembling the _uncaria procumbens_, or hook plant.
About an hour after we had lighted upon the first footprints, we reached
an opening or glade within the bush, where through the tall tree-trunks
we perceived about four or five elephants browsing. My lack of
knowledge respecting hunting in Caffraria would speedily have finished
me entirely had not Tugela had the forethought to advise me to take to a
tree, and hurl my assagais from thence; for to an European, with a body
not devoid of clothes, neither well oiled nor accustomed to the
exercise, it would be impossible to penetrate the bush rapidly, as it
would soon become necessary to do to avoid the enraged animal, which,
when struck, always took to the forest in the direction of his
assailants.
Accepting his advice, I speedily selected a tall tree, which, thanks to
my nautical experience, I climbed with ease, and from its branches
looked down upon the black, shining bodies of the hunters and the
browsing elephants, as yet unconscious of the danger which was so near
at hand.
Tugela had pointed out to me the beast which was to be the victim--a
fine fellow truly--and I longed for one of our English rifles, when I
could have picked him off in two twos, whereas I soon found the assagai
wounded only to irritation, and finally killed by exhaustion, such as a
man might die from on being pricked to death by large pins. I have no
doubt this is the reason which makes the Kaffirs, in a herd of these
animals, attack one and one only. Looking down, I perceived that the
hunters were approaching the edge of the bush, which yet concealed them,
wriggling through it like snakes, with their assagais ready to hand. As
they neared the open space, I fancied the elephants became aware of our
presence, for the one we had spotted threw up his trunk suddenly,
stamped with its foot, and uttered one of their loud, peculiar,
trumpet-like cries. The next moment some twenty assagais shot with
unerring aim through the air, and penetrated the animal's thick
leather-like hide.
His cry of fear and rage was terrible to hear. First he seemed
confounded, then, while the rest fled in terror, conscious, no doubt, by
his cries that danger was in their neighbourhood, he rushed blindly
forward into the bush.
I now recognised the wisdom of Tugela's advice to such an amateur hand
as I; for as the enraged beast dashed on, trampling the underwood
beneath his feet, it was as much as the Kaffirs themselves could do to
avoid being crushed by slipping out of the way. Like monkeys, they
dodged about him, darting their assagais at every opportunity that
presented itself, while I from my vantage-ground hurled one now and then
with all the force I could command.
I must not forget to mention one very important auxiliary of the
hunters. This was their dogs. These little wretches, now let loose,
snapped and barked about the ponderous creature, irritating him to such
a degree as to render him at times quite regardless of the sharp
stings--for they appeared little more--of the spears.
I have said that I cast one of my assagais only occasionally. I did so
for this reason: I now had always the thought of escape before my eyes,
so I refrained from parting with all my weapons, thinking they might
prove of greater use hereafter; so I merely acted as spectator, and
looked on till I began to fancy the miserable creature--whose
trumpet-like bellowings were growing fainter and fainter--never would
fall. It truly was a cruel kind of hunting. His massive body was
covered with blood streaming from the many wounds, and he staggered on
his thick legs; but he yet continued to dash at his assailants, maddened
by rage and pain, and strove to turn sharply upon the snapping, barking
dogs. At last, however, when his black hide resembled a lady's
pincushion supplied with many pins, he gave a great reel, a final cry,
and sunk slowly upon his knees, apparently dead.
A delighted shout issued from the throats of the hunters, as, swarming
forward, they repossessed themselves of their weapons, then proceeded to
place on the animal's tusks the mark of their owner, who, by hunters'
rules, was the one who had inflicted the first wound, after which they
cut off its tail, that being, like the fox's brush in England,
considered a great trophy.
Seeing no reason why I should remain longer in my private box, as it
were, the drama having come to an end, I made haste to descend; but
whether it was through being incommoded with the spears I carried, or
from some other reason, certain it is that I had not got more than
half-way down, when I fell--fell, as ill luck would have it, right into
the extended branches of a hook plant. Instantly aware of my danger, I
strove to free myself; but quickly found that what Mr Ferguson had said
was true--that the more one tried to clear themselves, the more
entangled they would get. The plant seemed endowed with life, and with
its fingers fastened closer and closer about me at the least move;
therefore I wisely remained motionless, only exerting my voice, which I
did to the top of my lungs.
For some while no heed was paid to me, all the Kaffirs being too busily
engaged with their prize; but after about a quarter of an hour, as far
as I could judge, Tugela came to ascertain the cause of my shouting. On
perceiving the fix I was in, he burst into a fit of laughter, for the
Kaffir dearly loves fun, or anything verging on a joke. Seeing nothing
I could do better, I joined him, till his face growing rather more
serious, I put the question as to how I was to get free.
There was but one method. Like the sheep in the fable, which got into a
thorn bush to shelter itself from the storm, to quit it I was compelled
to leave my fleece, or clothes, behind me. This, considering the state
they were in, I found but little difficulty in doing, and when once
extricated, with Tugela's help, I managed to recover my rags by cutting
them from the thorns. On donning them, however, I became aware that I
should very speedily have to adopt the native dress entirely unless I
intended to go without any costume, at all. This was the first time I
had come in close contact with the unfriendly grasp of the hook plant,
but, I am sorry to say, it was not the last. I shall have to recount a
similar event farther on, when I was not so fortunate in getting so
speedily extricated, but really believed that, after all my hair-breadth
escapes, death had seized me indeed. But to return to the hunting
party.
Metilulu had by this time arrived, and was waiting in the glade for the
next ceremonies to begin. I had now of necessity to make my appearance
before him, and did so with some trepidation, but to my great relief
found that he welcomed me with a smile, and by a sign invited me to sit
down by him. I instantly obeyed, and, as a natural consequence on such
instances, Tugela took his place close at hand. I knew by his
expression that the first remark the chief made was respecting my torn
garments, the reason for which seemed to amuse him as much as it had the
interpreter, for he laughed heartily; in fact, to my satisfaction, he
appeared in the best of tempers; perhaps it arose from the prospect of
the feast he was going to enjoy, and the joila or beer he had drunk, for
a jar of that much beloved liquor stood within reach, and of which he
condescendingly invited me to partake. He then, through Tugela, asked
me what I had thought of the hunt, and how it was conducted in our
country. I replied that we had no such animals in England, or even in
Europe, but when our people settled in or visited Africa, or another
great country called India, they used a rifle which killed the elephants
in a quarter of the time the assagais did. This seemed much to astonish
him, though he had heard of and even seen guns; the Boers had them, he
said, and some travellers who had once stayed at the kraal a few days
had carried such weapons.
My readers may imagine how my heart leaped at this last news, which
showed that white men did occasionally come there, and were permitted to
leave unmolested. I drew hope for my own deliverance from it, and the
landscape, with its candelabra-looking _euphorbia_ trees and parasitical
monkey-ropes, seemed to put on a far brighter aspect to my eyes than
they had the moment before.
So elated was I at the intelligence I had just heard, that I determined
to win Metilulu's good opinion as much as I possibly could, for which
purpose I gave Tugela enough to do to interpret the enthusiastic praises
I expressed for everything--omitting the wizard affair, of course--which
I had witnessed in Caffraria; while I also gave the chief long accounts
upon any subject respecting my own land that I thought would amuse him.
During our conversation the hunters had been engaged with the slain
elephant. Having cut a large hole in its side, they removed the
intestines, which in their opinion is the finest part; then as they were
to camp out, and the feast to be held there, two of the animal's massive
feet were severed, and prepared to be baked with some slices of the
trunk.
The method of baking is as follows:--A large hole is dug in the ground,
which is filled with wood and dry moss; this is ignited, and kept
supplied till the cavity is filled with bright glowing embers; these are
removed by the Kaffirs with large poles--for the heat is intense,--then
the large elephant's foot is rolled into the burning hole, and
immediately covered with fresh branches, which are lighted--a bonfire is
made, indeed, and when it has burnt itself out the cooking is considered
complete.
The foot presents when done a most gelatinous appearance, and, as I was
honoured by dining with the chief, I suppose I was regaled with the best
parts. I must own, whether it was hunger acting as an excellent sauce
or not, that I thought it extremely good, and enjoyed the repast.
The feasting lasted some time; for when a Kaffir gets an opportunity of
eating flesh _ad libitum_, he makes good use of it, and their capacity
of consumption is _immense_, as will be seen when I state that, on
looking round at the conclusion of the meal, I perceived the skeleton of
the elephant alone remaining. Save a few strips hung over the branches
of the trees to dry for the morrow--called "biltongue" in the native
language--every atom of the flesh had been consumed.
The hunters, and especially Metilulu, having eaten and drank till nature
could receive no more, rolled themselves in their karosses, and, having
first placed a guard to keep up the fires, so as to scare off the wild
beasts, extended themselves on the ground to seek the sleep which
speedily comes to them.
With a fervent prayer that Metilulu might always keep in the same good
humour that he had been in that day, I thought I could not do better
than follow the excellent example of my companions; and I remember I
fell asleep wondering how it was that the chief had never referred to
the handsome present of a wife which he had wished to make me.