From the Cape to Cairo; the first traverse of Africa from south to north . oise,but the pukka roar is indescribable; itis so deceptive as to distance, and seems to permeate the whole universe, thundering, rumbling, majestic; there isno music in the world so sweet, let me recommend it to the Wagnerschool: thousands of German devotees, backed by thousands of beers,could never approach the soul-stirring glory of one Fclis ho at then heard him going away to the north, rumbling to himself atintervals, and at 5 left my scherm i and started in pursuit, hopingto come up with him at daybrea
From the Cape to Cairo; the first traverse of Africa from south to north . oise,but the pukka roar is indescribable; itis so deceptive as to distance, and seems to permeate the whole universe, thundering, rumbling, majestic; there isno music in the world so sweet, let me recommend it to the Wagnerschool: thousands of German devotees, backed by thousands of beers,could never approach the soul-stirring glory of one Fclis ho at then heard him going away to the north, rumbling to himself atintervals, and at 5 left my scherm i and started in pursuit, hopingto come up with him at daybreak in the plain. I could still hear hisoccasional rumblings, and, taking a line by the moon, made terrific leaving the ridge, I plunged into a dense bank of fog that layon the plain, but still managed to keep my line, as the moon showeda lurid red and remained visible till sunrise. The lion had stopped hismeditations for some time, and imperceptibly the light of day had eateninto the fog, when suddenly my gun-boy Rhoda gripped me by the arm, ^ Fence or SNUFF-I50X. PUNGWE. 24 FROM THE CAPE TO CAIRO his teeth chattering like castanets, and said he saw the lion in front. Atthe same instant I thought I saw a body moving in the mist about seventy-yards away, now looking like an elephant, now like a jackal, then the mistswirled round, wrapping him in obscurity once more. I followed carefully,when suddenly an eddy in the fog disclosed a male lion thirty yards away,wandering along as if the whole world belonged to him, and he had thereceipt in his pocket. He rolled his head from side to side, swishing histail, and poking his nose into every bunch of grass, then stopped and stoodbroadside on. I raised the 500, but found that I had forgotten toremove the bunch of cloth that served for a night sight, and before thiswas remedied the chance was gone. Again I followed and again he turned,when I dropped him with a high shoulder shot; as the grass was only3 in. high and the
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