Hunting the Lions | Page 8

an' go to sleep."
"Good advice; I'll try to take it," said Tom, turning round with a sigh,
and burying his face in the blanket. His companions followed his
example, and in spite of rain and mosquitoes were soon fast asleep.
This wet weather had a very depressing effect on their spirits, and made
the region so unhealthy that it began ere long to tell on the weaker
members of the sporting party; as for the natives, they, being inured to
it, were proof against everything. Being all but naked, they did not
suffer from wet garments; and as they smeared their bodies over with
grease, the rain ran off them as it does off the ducks. However, it did
not last long at that time. In a few days the sky cleared, and the spirits

of the party revived with their health.
The amount of animal life seen on the journey was amazing. All
travellers in Africa have borne testimony to the fact that it teems with
animals. The descriptions which, not many years ago, were deemed
fabulous, have been repeated to us as sober truth by men of
unquestionable veracity. Indeed, no description, however vivid, can
convey to those whose personal experience has been limited to the
fields of Britain an adequate conception of the teeming millions of
living creatures, great and small, four-footed and winged, which swarm
in the dense forests and mighty plains of the African wilderness.
Of course the hunters of the party were constantly on the alert, and
great was the slaughter done; but great also was the capacity of the
natives for devouring animal food, so that very little of the sport could
be looked upon in the light of life taken in vain.
Huge and curious, as well as beautiful, were the creatures "bagged."
On one occasion Tom Brown went out with the rest of the party on
horseback after some elephants, the tracks of which had been seen the
day before. In the course of the day Tom was separated from his
companions, but being of an easy-going disposition, and having been
born with a thorough belief in the impossibility of anything very
serious happening to him, he was not much alarmed, and continued to
follow what he thought were the tracks of elephants, expecting every
moment to fall in with, or hear shots from his friends.
During the journey Tom had seen the major, who was an old sportsman,
kill several elephants, so that he conceived himself to be quite able for
that duty if it should devolve upon him. He was walking his horse
quietly along a sort of path that skirted a piece of thicket when he heard
a tremendous crashing of trees, and looking up saw a troop of fifty or
sixty elephants dashing away through a grove of mapani-trees. Tom at
once put spurs to his horse, unslung his large-bore double-barrelled gun,
and coming close up to a cow-elephant, sent a ball into her behind the
shoulder. She did not drop, so he gave her another shot, when she fell
heavily to the ground.

At that moment he heard a shot not far off. Immediately afterwards
there was a sound of trampling feet which rapidly increased, and in a
few moments the whole band of elephants came rushing back towards
him, having been turned by the major with a party of natives. Not
having completed the loading of his gun, Tom hastily rode behind a
dense bush, and concealed himself as well as he could. The herd turned
aside just before reaching the bush, and passed him about a hundred
yards off with a tremendous rush, their trunks and tails in the air, and
the major and Wilkins, with a lot of natives and dogs, in full pursuit.
Tom was beginning to regret that he had not fired a long shot at them,
when he heard a crash behind him, and looking back saw a monstrous
bull-elephant making a terrific charge at him. It was a wounded animal,
mad with rage and pain, which had caught sight of him in passing.
Almost before he was aware of its approach it went crashing through
the thicket trumpeting furiously, and tearing down trees, bushes, and
everything before it.
Tom lay forward on the neck of his steed and drove the spurs into him.
Away they went like the wind with the elephant close behind. In his
anxiety Tom cast his eyes too often behind him. Before he could avoid
it he was close on the top of a very steep slope, or stony hill, which
went down about fifty yards to the plain below. To rein up was
impossible, to go down would have been almost certain death to horse
and man. With death before and behind, our hero had