How I Found Livingstone Travels, Adventures And Discoveries In Central Africa Including Four Months Residence With Dr. Livingstone By Sir Henry M. Stanley
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Methought When I Saw
His Trunk Stretched Forward, Like A Warning Finger, That I Heard A
Voice Say, "Siste, Venator!" But Whether It Did Not Proceed From
My Imagination Or - No; I Believe It Proceeded From Kalulu, Who
Must Have Shouted, "Tembo, Tembo!
Bana yango!" "Lo!
An elephant!
an elephant, my master!"
For the young rascal had fled as soon as he had witnessed the awful
colossus in such close vicinage. Recovering from my astonishment,
I thought it prudent to retire also - especially, with a pea-shooter
loaded with treacherous sawdust cartridges in my hand. As I
looked behind, I saw him waving his trunk, which I understood to
mean, "Good-bye, young fellow; it is lucky for you you went in
time, for I was going to pound you to a jelly."
As I was congratulating myself, a wasp darted fiercely at me and
planted its sting in my neck, and for that afternoon my
anticipated pleasures were dispelled. Arriving at camp I found
the men grumbling; their provisions were ended, and there was no
prospect for three days, at least, of procuring any. With the
improvidence usual with the gluttons, they had eaten their rations
of grain, all their store of zebra and dried buffalo meat, and were
now crying out that they were famished.
The tracks of animals were numerous, but it being the rainy season
the game was scattered everywhere; whereas, had we travelled
during the dry season through these forests our larders might have
been supplied fresh each day.
Some time about 6 P.M., as the Doctor and I were taking our tea
outside the tent, a herd of elephants, twelve in number, passed
about 800 yards off. Our fundi, Asmani and Mabruki Kisesa, were
immediately despatched in pursuit. I would have gone myself with
the heavy Reilly rifle, only I was too much fatigued. We soon
heard their guns firing, and hoped they were successful, as a
plentiful supply of meat might then have been procured, while we
ourselves would have secured one of the elephant's feet for a nice
delicate roast; but within an hour they returned unsuccessful,
having only drawn blood, some of which they exhibited to us on a
leaf.
It requires a very good rifle to kill an African elephant. A No.
8 bore with a Frazer's shell, planted in the temple, I believe,
would drop an elephant each shot. Faulkner makes some
extraordinary statements, about walking up in front of an elephant
and planting a bullet in his forehead, killing him instantly. The
tale, however, is so incredible that I would prefer not to believe
it; especially when he states that the imprint of the muzzle of
his rifle was on the elephant's trunk. African travellers -
especially those with a taste for the chase - are too fond of
relating that which borders on the incredible for ordinary men to
believe them. Such stories must be taken with a large grain
of salt, for the sake of the amusement they afford to readers at
home. In future, whenever I hear a man state how he broke the back
of an antelope at 600 yards, I shall incline to believe a cipher
had been added by a slip of the pen, or attribute it to a
typographical error, for this is almost an impossible feat in an
African forest. It may be done once, but it could never be done
twice running. An antelope makes a very small target at 600 yards
distance; but, then, all these stories belong by right divine to
the chasseur who travels to Africa for the sake only of sport.
On the 13th we continued our march across several ridges; and the
series of ascents and descents revealed to us valleys and mountains
never before explored streams; rushing northward, swollen by the
rains, and grand primeval forests, in whose twilight shade no white
man ever walked before.
On the 14th the same scenes were witnessed - an unbroken series
of longitudinal ridges, parallel one with another and with Lake
Tanganika. Eastward the faces of these ridges present abrupt
scarps and terraces, rising from deep valleys, while the western
declivities have gradual slopes. These are the peculiar features
of Ukawendi, the eastern watershed of the Tanganika.
In one of these valleys on this day we came across a colony of
reddish-bearded monkeys, whose howls, or bellowing, rang amongst
the cliffs as they discovered the caravan. I was not able to
approach them, for they scrambled up trees and barked their
defiance at me, then bounded to the ground as I still persisted
in advancing; and they would have soon drawn me in pursuit if I
had not suddenly remembered that my absence was halting the
Expedition.
About noon we sighted our Magdala - the grand towering mount whose
upright frowning mass had attracted our eyes, as it lifted itself
from above the plain in all its grandeur, when we were hurrying
along the great ridge of Rusawa towards the "Crocodile" River.
We recognised the old, mystic beauty of the tree-clad plain around
it. Then it was bleached, and a filmy haze covered it lovingly;
now it was vivid greenness. Every vegetable, plant, herb and
tree, had sprung into quick life - the effect of the rains. Rivers
that ran not in those hot summer days now fumed and rushed
impetuously between thick belts of mighty timber, brawling
hoarsely in the glades. We crossed many of these streams,
all of which are feeders of the Rugufu.
Beautiful, bewitching Ukawendi! By what shall I gauge the
loveliness of the wild, free, luxuriant, spontaneous nature
within its boundaries? By anything in Europe? No. By anything
in Asia? Where? India, perhaps. Yes; or say Mingrelia and
Imeritia. For there we have foaming rivers; we have picturesque
hillocks; we have bold hills, ambitious mountains, and
broad forests, with lofty solemn rows of trees, with clean
straight stems, through which you can see far, lengthy vistas,
as you see here. Only in Ukawendi you can almost behold the growth
of vegetation; the earth is so generous, nature so kind and
loving, that without entertaining any aspiration for a residence,
or a wish to breathe the baleful atmosphere longer than is
absolutely necessary, one feels insensibly drawn towards it, as
the thought creeps into his mind, that though all is foul beneath
the captivating, glamorous beauty of the land, the foulness might
be removed by civilized people, and the whole region made as
healthy as it is productive.
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