. Wild scenes of a hunter's life; . THE SPRINGBOK. CHAPTER XXXVII. HUNTING THE SPRINGBOK AND THE QUAGGA. NDOUBTEDLY, Mr. Cum. minfrs descriptions of huntingscenes in Africa are among theliveliest, freshest, and most gra-phic incidents of travel whichhave yet appeared. The fol-lowing is his account of spring-bok and quagga hunting. On the morning of the 9th,Strydom and I having resf Ivedover night to go in quest of atroop of ostriches which his Hottentot reported, frequenting th^plains immediately adjacent to the Thebus Mountain, we stt»rtedour Hottentots two hours before the dawn of day ; and
. Wild scenes of a hunter's life; . THE SPRINGBOK. CHAPTER XXXVII. HUNTING THE SPRINGBOK AND THE QUAGGA. NDOUBTEDLY, Mr. Cum. minfrs descriptions of huntingscenes in Africa are among theliveliest, freshest, and most gra-phic incidents of travel whichhave yet appeared. The fol-lowing is his account of spring-bok and quagga hunting. On the morning of the 9th,Strydom and I having resf Ivedover night to go in quest of atroop of ostriches which his Hottentot reported, frequenting th^plains immediately adjacent to the Thebus Mountain, we stt»rtedour Hottentots two hours before the dawn of day ; and after onearly breakfast we saddled up, and rode direct for the ThebjaMountain. This remarkable mountain, which I shall ever remember as ihe leading feature on the plains where I first really com-menced my African hunting, is of pecuhar shape, resembling ». 208 HUNTING ADVENTURES. 3one depressed at the apex, and surmounted by a round is also remarkable as being considerably hig^her tian the sur-rounding mountains, with which the plains are bounded and inter*sefted. As we rode along, a balmy freshness pervaded themorning air. We passed through herds of thousands of spring-boks, with small herds of wildebeest scattered among them. I firedtwo or three very long shots without success. Slrydom, however,was more fortunate. He fired into a herd of about a hundredbucks at three hundred yards, and hit one fine old buck right inthe middle of the forehead, the ball passing clean through hisskull. We hid him in a hole in the ground, and covered himwith bushes, and then rode on to our Hottentots, whom we foundwaiting beside a small fountain in a pass formed by a wide gap ina low range of hills, situated between two extensive plains whichwere thickly covered with game. I took up my position in abush of rushes in the middle of the pass, and re
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