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Title: Five years' hunting adventures in South Africa: being an account of sport with the lion, elephant ...
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Roualeyn George Gordon-Cumming, 1820-1866.
Subjects: Hunting -- South Africa Museum Collection South Africa -- History South Africa -- Description and travel Special Collections
Publisher: London, Simpkin, Marshall.
Contributing Library: Broward College Archives and Special Collections
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purchasing oxen, which, together with ourhorses, now amounted to one hundred and eleven, not counting our lameoxen, which we determined to leave with Mahura. On the 3rd of May we again inspanned, and resumed our march for.the far interior, steering our course across the boundless open plainswhich lie to the northward of the Hart Eiver. On the 5th, having per-formed a considerable march, we halted about eleven A.M. beside a smallfountain in a slightly elevated part of the country, where the grass wasvarious, rank, and abundant. The country to the west was not fre-quented by the game, and here the grass was tall and rank; and coversof considerable size of thorn-trees and grey-leaved bushes were scatteredover the landscape ; it was a still and secluded spot. I observed severalvultures soaring over one of these covers within a quarter of a mile ofthe waggons, and, thinking it very probable that they were attracted bysome lion devouring his prey, I ordered a couple of horses to be saddled
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to Mo ra r-i pq H (0 wa HOc6 H X ol: <xu SHOOTING A LION. 317 and rode towards the place, with one after-rider and about a dozen ofmy dogs. I was right in my conjecture ; for, as I cantered along, I hadthe satisfaction to behold a majestic old black-maned lion walkingparallel to me, and within a hundred yards. He had not yet observedme: he looked so dark, that at the first glance I mistook him in thelong grass for a blue wildebeest; next moment, however, he turned hislarge, full, imposing face to me, and I knew that it was he. Shoutingto the dogs with all my might, I at once dashed towards him, followedby my after-rider at a respectful distance carrying my rifle. The lion, as I expected, was panic-stricken, and took to his heels,bounding through the long grass at top speed. The dogs went at himin gallant style, I following not far behind them, and yelling to encour-age my pack. The lion, finding we had the speed of him, reduced hispace to a sulky trot, and the dogs came up and foll

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