We soon passed through the tsetse district, which was not more than a
couple of miles wide, and, as our animals showed no appearance of
suffering, we hoped that they had escaped injury.
We had determined to encamp early in the day near a pool fed by a
rivulet which fell into the main stream, in order that we might shoot
some game for our supper. Leaving Jan in charge of the camp, my uncle
and I set off, believing that we could easily find our way back to the
fire. We had gone some distance when we caught sight of a herd of
antelopes. In order that we might have a better chance of killing one
of them, my uncle told me to make a wide circuit, keeping to leeward of
the deer towards a clump of trees, whence I might be able to get a
favourable shot, while he lay down concealed by the brushwood near where
we then were.
Taking advantage of all the bushes and trunks of trees on the way, I
approached the antelopes without disturbing them. Looking out from the
cover I had gained, I watched the beautiful creatures, hoping that one
of them would come within range of my rifle. It was tantalising to see
them feeding so quietly just out of my reach. Still, though I might not
get a shot, I hoped that they might go off towards where my uncle was
lying hid. Presently, however, they bounded towards me; and, thinking
it possible that they might again turn, I fired at one of the leading
animals, which, notwithstanding its wound, still went on, though at
slackened speed. Instead of reloading, as I ought to have done, I
dashed forward to secure it. Scarcely, however, had I left my cover
than what was my surprise, and I must confess my dismay, to see a huge
lion! Should I attempt to escape by flight, the savage brute would, I
knew, follow me. I fixed my eyes as steadily as I could upon him, while
I attempted to reload. At the same time I knew that, even should I
fire, I might only wound him, when he would become more fierce. There
were trees near, up which it was possible I might climb should he give
me time, but it was not likely that he would do that. I wondered that
he did not pursue the antelope; but probably he had lately had his
dinner, or he certainly would have done so. I continued loading, he
lashing his tail and roaring furiously. I expected every moment that he
would spring upon me. To escape by any other way than by shooting him
dead seemed impossible.
I finished loading, and brought my gun up ready to fire. Should I miss
or only wound him, he would be upon me in a moment. I had hitherto
remained quite silent, but it occurred to me that if I should shout
loudly enough my uncle would hear my cry for help. I thought, too, that
I might scare the lion. When once I had made up my mind to shout, I did
so with might and main.
I was answered by a distant "hollo!" by which I knew that my uncle was
still a long way off. He would, however, understand that I was in
danger, and come to my assistance; or, if too late to help me, would
provide for his own safety.
The lion seemed as undecided how to act as I was. As I shouted he
roared, and again lashed his tail, but did not advance a step. This
gave me courage; but, although the monarch of the forest did not appear
in a combative mood, I felt very sure that, should I wound him, his rage
would be excited. I dared not for a moment withdraw my eye from him,
and thus we stood regarding each other. To me it seemed a prodigiously
long time. At last he seemed to lose patience, for his roars became
more frequent and louder and louder, and he lashed his tail more
furiously. I raised my rifle to my shoulder. He came on at a cat-like
pace, evidently ignorant of the power of the weapon I held in my hands.
In another instant he would spring at me. I pulled the trigger. To my
horror, the cap failed to ignite the powder. I saw the monstrous brute
in the act of springing, but at the same moment I heard the crack of a
rifle close to me; the next, a tremendous roar rent the air. I was
felled to the earth, and felt myself weighed down by a vast body, unable
to breathe or move. It was some time before I came to myself, when,
looking up, I saw my uncle kneeling by my side.
"The lion very nearly did for you, Fred," he said; "but cheer up, lad.
I don't think you're mortally hurt, though you've had a narrow squeak
for it. Had your gun not missed fire, you might have shot the lion
yourself. Here he lies, and there's the springbok."
While my uncle was talking, he was examining my hurts. The lion had
given me a fearful blow with his paw, and had injured one of my
shoulders. It was a wonder indeed that he did not kill me.
"We must get you to the camp somehow," said my uncle; "I cannot leave
you here while I bring the ox, so the sooner we set off the better."
Taking me up in his arms, he began to stagger on with me; but, though he
was a strong man, I was no slight weight, and he had great difficulty in
getting along. I asked him to let me walk, as I thought that I could do
so with his support. When I tried, however, I found that I could not
move one foot before the other. As we got within hail of the camp he
shouted to Jan to come and help him; and together they carried me along
the remainder of the distance.
"Now that we have you safe here, though I am unwilling to leave you, I
must go back and fetch the antelope, for we cannot do without food," he
said.
Telling Jan to collect materials for building a hut, as it was evident
that I should be unable to move for some time, and also charging him to
keep an eye on me, he started off.
I felt a great deal of pain, but I retained my senses, and tried to
divert my thoughts by watching Jan, who was busily employed in cutting
long sticks and branches for the hut.
It seemed to me that my uncle had been gone for more than an hour, and I
began to fear that some accident might have happened to him. Where
there was one lion it was probable that there were others, and they
might revenge themselves on the slayer of their relative.
Jan, however, kept working away as if satisfied that all was right, now
and then taking a look at me, and throwing a few sticks on the fire to
get it to burn brightly. He then began to prepare for roasting the
expected venison by placing some uprights, with cross pieces to serve as
spits, close to the fire.
"Hurrah! here am de Cap'n!" he at length shouted, such being the title
he usually bestowed on my uncle. "He bring springbok, an' someting else
too."
I felt greatly relieved when I saw my uncle throw down his heavy load,
consisting not only of the antelope which I had shot, but of the lion's
skin.
"I brought this," he said, "to make a bed for you. You want it, though
it is not fit at present to serve the purpose."
I thanked him for his offer, but declared that I would rather just then
be left where I was, as any movement pained me.
Jan lost no time in cutting off some pieces of venison, and placing them
to roast. My uncle also put on a pot with a small portion to make some
soup, which he said would suit me better than the roast. Hungry as I
was, though I tried to eat some of the latter as soon as Jan declared it
sufficiently done, I could not manage to get it down. My thirst became
excessive, and it was fortunate that we were near water, or I believe I
should otherwise have died.
The hut was soon finished, and some leaves and grass placed in it for me
to lie upon. The soup did me some good, but I suffered so much pain
that I could scarcely sleep all the night, and in the morning was in so
fevered a condition, that I was utterly unfit to travel. I was very
sorry to delay my uncle, but it could not be helped, and he bore the
detention with his usual good temper. Nothing could exceed his
kindness. He sat by my side for hours together; he dressed my wounds
whenever he thought it necessary, and indeed tended me with the greatest
care.
Day after day, however, went by, and I still remained in the same
helpless state. He would not have left me for a moment, I believe, but
it was necessary to go out and procure more game.
Jan had undertaken to scrape and prepare the lion's skin. He was thus
employed near the stream at a little distance from the camp when I was
startled by hearing a loud snort; and, looking up, what was my horror to
see him rushing along, with a huge hippopotamus following him! In
another minute I expected to see him seized by its formidable jaws and
trampled to death, and then I thought that the savage brute would make
at me. In vain I attempted to rise and get my gun, but my uncle, when
he went out, had forgotten to place it near me. I tried to cry out and
frighten the brute, but I could not raise my voice sufficiently high.
Poor Jan shrieked loud enough, but his cries had no effect on the
monster. He was making for a tree, up which he might possibly have
climbed, when his feet slipped, and over he rolled on the ground. He
was now perfectly helpless, and in a few minutes the hippopotamus would
trample him to death. It seemed as if all hope was gone; but, at the
very instant that I thought poor Jan's death was certain, my uncle
suddenly appeared, when, aiming behind the ear of the hippopotamus, he
fired, and the monster fell. Jan narrowly escaped being crushed, which
he would have been had he not by a violent effort rolled out of the way.
Suffering as I was, I could scarcely help laughing at Jan's face, as,
getting up on his knees, he looked with a broad grin at the
hippopotamus, still uncertain whether it was dead or not. At length,
convinced that his enemy could do him no further harm, he rose to his
feet, exclaiming--
"Tankee, tankee, cap'n! If de gun not go off, Jan no speak 'gain."
Then, hurrying on, he examined the creature, to be certain that no life
remained in it.
"What we do wid dis?" he asked, giving the huge body a kick with his
foot.
"As it will shortly become an unpleasant neighbour, we must manage to
drag him away from the camp," observed my uncle. "If the stream were
deep enough, I would drag it in, and let it float down with the current;
but, as it would very likely get stranded close to us, we must haul it
away with the ox and the horses, though I doubt if the animals will like
being thus employed."
I thought the plan a good one; and my uncle told Jan to catch the horses
and ox, while he contrived some harness with the ropes and straps used
for securing their cargoes. The ox showed perfect indifference to the
dead hippopotamus, but the horses were very unwilling to be harnessed.
They submitted, however, to act as leaders, while the ox had the
creature's head, round which a rope was passed, close to its heels.
Even then the animals found it no easy task to drag the huge body along
over the rough ground.
"We shall not be long gone, Fred," said my uncle, placing a rifle and a
brace of pistols close to me. "I hope that no other hippopotamus or
lion or leopard will pay you a visit while we are away. If they do, you
must use these, and I trust that you'll be able to drive off the
creatures, whatever they may be."
I felt rather uncomfortable at being left alone in the camp, but it
could not be helped; and I could only pray that another hippopotamus
might not make its appearance. This one, in all probability, came up
the stream far from its usual haunts.
I kept my rifle and pistols ready for instant use. The time seemed very
long. As I listened to the noises in the forest, I fancied that I could
hear the roaring and mutterings of lions, and the cries of hyaenas.
Several times I took my rifle in my hand, expecting to see a lion
stealing up to the camp. I caught sight in the distance of the tall
necks of a troop of giraffes stalking across the country, followed soon
afterwards by a herd of bounding blesboks, but no creatures came near
me. At last my uncle and Jan returned with our four-footed attendants.
"We have carried the monster's carcase far enough off to prevent it from
poisoning us by its horrible odour when it putrifies, which it will in a
few hours," he observed. "But I am afraid that it will attract the
hyaenas and jackals in no small numbers, so that we shall be annoyed by
their howls and screechings. I am sorry to say also that the horses
seem ill able to perform their work, and I greatly fear that they have
been injured by the tsetse fly. If we lose them we shall have a
difficulty in getting along. However, we won't despair until the evil
day comes."
I should have said that my uncle, just before he rescued Jan from the
hippopotamus, had shot another antelope, which he had brought to the
camp, so that we were in no want of food.
Several days went by. Though I certainly was not worse, my recovery was
very slow, and I was scarcely better able to travel than I was at first;
though I told my uncle that I would try and ride if he wished to move
on.
"I doubt if either of the horses can carry you," he answered. "Both are
getting thin and weak, and have a running from their nostrils, which Jan
says is the result of the tsetse poison. If you are better in a day or
two we will try and advance to the next stream or water-hole; and
perhaps we may fall in with natives, from whom we may purchase some oxen
to replace our horses. It will be a great disappointment to lose the
animals, for I had counted on them for hunting."
That night we were entertained by a concert of hideous howlings and
cries, produced we had no doubt by the hyaenas and jackals; but by
keeping up a good fire, and occasionally discharging our rifles, we
prevented them from approaching the camp.
At the end of two days I fancied myself better. We accordingly
determined the next morning to recommence our journey. At daybreak we
breakfasted on the remains of the last deer shot, and my uncle having
placed me on his horse, which was the stronger of the two, put part of
its cargo on the other. Pushing on, we soon left behind the camp we had
so long occupied.
On starting I bore the movement pretty well, and fancied that I should
be able to perform the journey without difficulty. For the first two
days, indeed, we got on better than I had expected, though I was
thankful when the time for camping arrived. On the third morning I
suffered much, but did not tell my uncle how ill I felt, hoping that I
should recover during the journey. We had a wild barren tract to cross,
almost as wild as the desert. The ox trudged on as patiently as ever,
but the horses were very weak, and I had great difficulty in keeping
mine on its legs. Several times it had stumbled, but I was fortunately
not thrown off. Our pace, however, was necessarily very slow, and we
could discover no signs of water, yet water we must reach before we
could venture to camp.
Jan generally led the ox, while my uncle walked by my side, holding the
rein of the other horse. Again and again my poor animal had stumbled;
when, as my uncle was looking another way, down it came, and I was
thrown with considerable violence to the ground.
My uncle, having lifted me up, I declared that I was not much hurt, and
begged him to replace me on the horse. The poor animal was unable to
rise. In vain Jan and he tried to get it on its legs. He and Jan took
off the saddle and the remaining part of the load, but all was of no
use. At last we came to the melancholy conclusion that its death was
inevitable. Our fears were soon realised: after it had given a few
struggles, its head sinking on the sand, it ceased to move. We had
consequently to abandon some more of our heavier things, and having
transferred the remaining cargo to the ox, my uncle put me on the back
of the other horse. Scarcely, however, had we proceeded a mile than
down it came, and I was again thrown to the ground, this time to be more
hurt than at first.
I bore the suffering as well as I could, and made no complaint, while my
uncle and Jan tried to get the horse up. It was soon apparent, however,
that its travelling days were done, and that we had now the ox alone to
depend upon.
"I wish that I could walk," I said, but when I made the attempt I could
not proceed a dozen paces. Had not my uncle supported me I should have
sunk to the ground. We could not stay where we were, for both we and
our poor ox required water and food.
"We must abandon our goods," said my uncle; "better to lose them than
our lives. We will, however, if we can find a spot near here, leave
them _en cache_, as the Canadian hunters say; and if we soon fall in
with any friendly natives, we can send and recover them."
He had just observed, he said, a small cave, and he thought that by
piling up some stones in front of it the things would remain uninjured
from the weather or wild beasts for a considerable time.
As it was only a short distance off, while Jan remained with me, he led
the ox to the spot. The cave, fortunately, had no inhabitant; and,
having placed the goods within, and piled some stones so as completely
to block up the entrance, he returned, retaining only the powder and
shot, the ostrich feathers, three or four skins, our cooking utensils, a
few packages of tea, coffee, sugar, pepper, and similar articles
weighing but little. Unfortunately, in building up the wall, one of the
larger stones had dropped, and severely injured his foot. He found it
so painful that he was unable to walk. He, therefore, mounting the ox,
took me up before him. I, indeed, by this time could not even hold on
to the saddle, so had not he carried me I should have been unable to
travel. We now once more went on. It was already late in the day, and
before long darkness overtook us; still we could not stop without water,
which we hoped, however, to find before long. In a short time the moon
rose and enabled us to see our way.
The prospect was dreary in the extreme. Here and there a few trees
sprang out of the arid soil, while on every side were rocks with little
or no vegetation round them. We looked out eagerly for water, but mile
after mile was passed over and not a pool nor stream could we see. I
suffered greatly from thirst, and sometimes thought that I should
succumb. My uncle cheered me up, and Jan declared that we should soon
reach water and be able to camp. Still on and on we went. At length
Jan cried out--
"Dare water, dare water!"
I tried to lift up my head, but had not strength to move. I heard my
uncle exclaim--
"Thank heaven! there's water, sure enough. I see the moonbeams playing
on the surface of a pool."
I believe I fainted, for I remember no more until I found him splashing
water over my face; and, opening my eyes. I saw him kneeling by my
side. Jan was busily engaged in lighting a fire, while the ox was
feeding not far off. A hut was then built for me, and as soon as I was
placed in it I fell asleep. In the morning I awoke greatly revived. My
uncle said he was determined to remain at the spot until I was
sufficiently recovered to travel, and I promised to get well as soon as
I could. When breakfast was over he started off with his gun to try and
shoot a deer, for we had just exhausted the last remnant of venison we
possessed.
As, sheltered from the rays of the sun, I lay in my hut, which was built
on a slight elevation above the lakelet, I could enjoy a fine view of
the country in front of me.
Jan, having just finished cleaning my gun, was engaged a little way
below me in cutting up the wood for the fire, singing in a low voice one
of his native songs.
Presently I caught sight of my uncle in the far distance advancing
towards a rounded hillock which rose out of the plain below. Almost at
the same moment, I saw still further off several animals which I at once
knew to be deer coming on at a rapid rate towards our camp. They were
taking a direction which would lead them close to where my uncle lay in
ambush. They were followed by others in quick succession, until a vast
herd came scampering and bounding across the plain like an army, two or
three abreast, following each other. Twice I heard the report of my
uncle's rifle. On each occasion a deer fell to the ground.
Jan cried out that they were blesboks, one of the finest deer in South
Africa. They had long twisting horns, and were of a reddish colour, the
legs being much darker, with a blaze of white on the face.
I never saw a more beautiful sight. Jan was all eagerness, and, taking
my gun, he went in chase; but before he could get near enough to obtain
a shot, the whole herd was scampering away across the plain, laughing at
his puny efforts to overtake them.
In a short time my uncle appeared, carrying a portion of one of the
animals on his back, and immediately sent off Jan with the ox to fetch
in the remainder.
Here was wood and water, and game in abundance, so that we could not
have chosen a better spot for remaining in until I was myself again. As
we had plenty of meat he was able to concoct as much broth as I could
consume. It contributed greatly to restore my strength; and, judging by
the progress I was making, I hoped that we should be able shortly to
resume our journey.