So sudden had been this movement on the part of the game, and so unexpected, that both dogs and hunters were taken by surprise, and not a shot was fired until the klipspringer was beyond reach! Just at that moment, as they stood watching his retreat, a puff of smoke was noticed far down the mountain--a gun cracked at the same instant--and the buck was seen to tumble headlong from a rock!
With fresh surprise the hunters turned to one another. "Who?" exclaimed all simultaneously. Ha! there were only five of them. One was missing!
"It"s Klaas!"
It was Klaas beyond a doubt--Klaas who had killed the klipspringer.
Klaas had given an ill.u.s.tration that the "race is not always to the swift." He was rather a heavy boy, was Klaas; and feeling fatigued at so much climbing, had seated himself on a stone, and was taking a bit of a rest, when he observed the klipspringer, standing upon a rock right before his face. Having his light fowling-piece loaded with buckshot, he had taken aim, and dropped the buck from his perch.
Jan was not a little jealous, and insinuated that it was a bit of "luck"
not very well deserved; but whether it was luck or not, Klaas had certainly killed the klipspringer, and was not a little elated at his performance.
Having collected the game, the young yagers proceeded to where they had left their horses; and, mounting, galloped off after the wagons that were moving slowly across the distant plain.
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT.
BOLD BIRDS.
On the third day after entering the plains of the "zuur-veldt," the yagers treked to the banks of a large river, and followed its course up-stream. The scenery was altogether new and of a different character to that of the plains. The river was fringed with reeds and willows, and beyond these stretched a wide bottom land of meadow-like character, studded with groves and copses of green trees whose foliage was grateful to the eye after the journey over the dry plains. Here the deceitful mirage no longer tantalised them with prospects of verdant groves and smooth limpid lakes. Both existed in reality; and a succession of lovely landscapes met the eyes of the travellers as they advanced.
The gra.s.s upon the banks of this river was excellent, and in order that their cattle should have the opportunity of a good feed, the party formed camp at an early hour. They outspanned in a little meadow, directly by the edge of the water, and made a fire out of the stems of the willows that grew near.
Jan and Klaas noticed a large flock of birds hovering above the water, and swooping about, something in the same manner as swallows on a summer evening over the surface of an English lake.
They were birds of a moderate size, scarcely so big as a common pigeon-- nor was there any thing in their colour to make them attractive. They were rather a dull-coloured set of birds for Africa, being reddish-brown, with a mixture of white and grey; but had they been near enough for the boys to have observed their feet and legs, these with the "cire" around their eyes, would have appeared of a beautiful orange-yellow colour.
There was one peculiarity about these birds, which could be observed at a great distance, and that was their "forked" tails. In this respect they might also be said to resemble swallows, but the forking was far less acute than in the tails of the latter. There was enough of it to give the birds a character; and that, with their general form and the colour of their plumage, made it easy enough to tell to what genus the birds belonged. They were birds of the genus _Falco_, (hawks,) belonging to that section of it distinguished as _Milvus_, (the kites.)
Of the kites there are several species, but the particular one to which these before the eyes of Klaas and Jan belonged, was the "parasite kite," (_Milvus ater_), an inhabitant of all parts of the continent of Africa, and a bird somewhat smaller than the royal kite of Europe.
Both these bird-boys knew that the birds were hawks of some kind, but they could not tell what sort. When Hans told them that they were "kites," they both became doubly interested; and, guns in hand, stood near the water"s edge watching the manoeuvres of the long-winged fork-tailed creatures.
To a superficial observer it might have appeared that these kites were merely playing themselves; now poised and hovering in the air, now floating softly along, and at intervals shooting down until they "dipped" themselves in the water of the stream. Any one, however, who had closely watched them for a time would soon have perceived, that they were not going through these manoeuvres for simple amus.e.m.e.nt. Each time that one of them made a plunge into the water, it might be observed that in rising again, it carried a shining object in its talons, which object was neither more nor less than a tiny little fish. Fishing, then, was what the "parasites" were after; and not for amus.e.m.e.nt, as anglers do, but following it as a regular calling--in fact, following it for food.
Not that fish forms the only food of this species of lute. No; it will eat almost any thing,--little quadrupeds, birds, reptiles, and even carrion, upon a pinch. It is, however, very fond of fish; and, when it chances to reside in a country of waters, where fish are plenteous and easily procured, it follows the calling of a fisher pretty regularly.
Klaas and Jan stood for some time expecting to get a shot; but as none of the birds came near enough, they at length gave up all hope, and laid aside their guns.
Shortly after, dinner was ready, and all the boys sat down upon the wagon-chests, and commenced eating. Their dinner that day consisted of a very nice dish--that is, the flesh of the great South African bustard (_Otis tarda_) or wild peac.o.c.k, (wilde pauw,) as they themselves termed the bird. Groot Willem had that morning shot this fine game, at very long range, with his "roer;" and but for the far "carry" of his gun they would not have procured the bird--for the wild peac.o.c.k is one of the shyest kinds of game-birds, and scarcely ever rests within shooting distance of any cover by which it may be approached. Large as it is, it is esteemed the most delicate eating of South African birds, and almost equal to the wild turkey of America.
Now the young yagers had roasted this precious _morceau_, had carved it, and each was sitting with a piece in hand--one with a wing, another having the "drumstick," a third the "merrythought," a fourth the "pope"s nose," and so on. Of course they were in a high state of enjoyment over such "t.i.tbits."
While engaged in this pleasant way, they were astonished to see the whole flock of kites come suddenly swooping over the camp. Klaas and Jan were the more astonished, since they had been for some half-hour vainly endeavouring to get within shot of these very birds. _Now_ there would have been no difficulty about that, for the parasites not only came within shooting distance, but, actually and literally, flew _in the very faces_ of the boys! Yes; they would swoop right up until within a few feet of the diners, then poise themselves upon their wings, spread out their tails, turn over on their backs, and execute sundry other eccentric manoeuvres that put the six yagers into fits of laughter. Of course Swartboy joined in the chorus, and even the grave Kaffir grinned at the ludicrous spectacle.
But it did not end here. After a while the birds grew bolder and bolder; at each swoop they came nearer; until at length several of them actually s.n.a.t.c.hed pieces of the bustard"s flesh out of the very hands of those that were eating it! Verily did they ill.u.s.trate the old adage of "many a slip between cup and lip."
Even the dogs were made victims of these bold little robbers, who swooped forward to their very muzzles, and s.n.a.t.c.hed at the bones they were crunching.
This curious scene continued for some time. It would have ended sooner, had the business been in the hands of Klaas and Jan. Both these boys, at the first approach of the birds, had started up to get their guns, but they were withheld from using them by the others, and especially by Hans--who was desirous of observing these curious little hawks with the eye of a naturalist.
After a while the bird-boys were allowed to "blaze away;" and, what is still more singular, their repeated shots did not completely frighten off the parasites, though several were killed! Even some that must have been wounded--since the feathers had been knocked out of them--returned again and again to hover above the camp, with eyes fixed eagerly upon the sc.r.a.ps of meat that had been left lying upon the chests!
A little incident was yet to occur of a still more ludicrous character.
Hans had that day shot a pigeon of very beautiful plumage, which is peculiar to the interior of South Africa, and whose wings and body are of a deep green colour. This species is somewhat rare, and Hans was desirous of preserving the skin and having it mounted. After dinner, therefore, he had skinned it; and having thrown its flesh to the dogs, he was still at work upon the skin, taking out the brains.
Klaas and Jan, satiated with sport, had desisted, and laid aside their guns--the consequence of which was that the parasites had returned in great numbers, and now exhibited as much effrontery as ever.
All at once, one of them seeing Hans engaged with the pigeon, and thinking no doubt that the body of the bird was still in its skin, made a sudden dash, drove its claw through the feathery ma.s.s, and carried off the skin in triumph! Hans, whose eyes had been closely bent upon his work, saw nothing of the approach of the little winged robber; and for some moments believed that one of the boys, out of a "lark," had s.n.a.t.c.hed the pigeon from his fingers. It was not until he looked around, and then up into the air, that he was aware of the real culprit; and although all rushed to their guns, the pigeon-skin could not be recovered--as the kite, on seizing it, rose high into the air, and then carried it off to the other side of the river!
As not a bit of flesh remained in the skin, and as Hans had succeeded in extracting even the brains, no doubt the parasite soon discovered that his _pigeon_ was no better than a "decoy!"
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE.
THE WATERBUCK.
The bank upon which the yagers had encamped was about five or six feet above the surface of the water, as it now stood. The bank on the opposite side also rose above the water level; but on both sides there was a break or declivity that sloped down into the channel. These breaks corresponded with each other. They were not natural gorges, but had evidently been made by heavy animals, such as rhinoceroses and others, that were in the habit of coming either to drink or ford the river at this point. The tracks of many kinds of animals could be distinguished leading down to the water or up into the meadow--so that the place was evidently a "drift," or crossing-place for the wild beasts of the country around.
Perhaps at night many would cross here, and Hendrik and Groot Willem had resolved to watch that night and have a little moonlight sport. A moon--and a very fine moon--was expected; for the queen of the heavens was nearly in the full at the time, and the sky all that day had been without a cloud.
But they were destined to enjoy a little sport before the moon arose-- even before the sun had gone down.
While engaged around the wagons, their attention was attracted by a movement among the reeds on the opposite side of the river. There was also an open s.p.a.ce on that side corresponding to the meadow in which they were encamped. Around the opening grew a thick brake of tall reeds, interspersed with willows and other low trees. It was among these reeds that the movement was observed.
Presently a large animal came out of the covert, and stepped boldly forward into the open ground, where the short sward enabled them to see it from horn to hoof--for it was a creature with hoofs and horns-- without doubt an antelope.
It was a species, however, which none of the party had ever seen before--an antelope of majestic form and elegant proportions.
It stood nearly five feet in height by full nine in length, and its general colour was a greyish sepia brown. Its face, however, was of a deeper brown around the bases of the horns and over the frontlet tinged with rufous. The lips and muzzle were white; a white patch marked the throat; a white streak was before each of the eyes; and a curious oval band of white encircled the tail. The hair over all the body was harsh, more resembling split whalebone than hair; but that which covered the neck was longer than the rest, and stood out all around like a mane on end. The horns were nearly three feet in length, and curved first upwards and then slightly inwards. They were closely ringed to within six inches of their tips, and of a whitish green colour. The tail of the animal was about eighteen inches in length with a tuft at its tip.
The shape and set of the horns, the rigid hair that grew all around the throat and neck, and the elegant upright bearing of this antelope, enabled the naturalist Hans to tell his companions to what species it belonged. It was the famed "waterbuck," (_Aigocerus ellipsiprymnus_).
I have said "famed" antelope, because the waterbuck is in reality one of the finest and most famous animals of the whole tribe.
Its name would seem to imply that it was a dweller in the water. Such, however, is not the case. It is called waterbuck because it is never found far from the banks of a river or other water, in which it delights to plunge, and bathe itself during the hot sunshiny hours of the day.
Of course it is an excellent swimmer, and, indeed, such confidence has it in its powers of swimming, that when hunted or pursued by whatever enemy, it makes directly for the river and plunges in, no matter what depth may be the water. It is the habit of many species of deer to make for water when hunted, but with them the object is to throw the hounds off the scent, and having once crossed a river, they continue on through the woods. Now the waterbuck does not leave the river for any great distance. It either swims downstream, or, having gone out on the opposite bank, returns to it, after making a short detour through the woods. It seems to regard the water as its haven of safety, and when overtaken usually stands at bay in the very middle of the stream.
It loves to dwell along rivers where there are marshy banks covered with tall sedge and reeds; and at certain seasons of the year, when these are partially inundated, the waterbuck is rarely seen--as it then makes its haunt in the very heart of mora.s.ses which are impenetrable to the hunter. Its long spreading hoofs enable it to pa.s.s with safety over marshy grounds, where other species of antelopes would be "mired" and destroyed.
The waterbuck has been cla.s.sed by naturalists with antelopes of the _aigocerine_, or goat-horned group; but it differs greatly, both in horns and habits, from any of these, and deserves to be ranked as an antelope _sui generis_. If it were established as a separate genus, it would not stand alone, since another "waterbuck"--evidently a second species--has been discovered by late explorers a little farther to the north, upon the sh.o.r.es of the Lake Ngami. The latter is termed by the natives the "leche," and in the shape of its horns, and most of its habits, it bears a decided generic resemblance to the _Aigocerus ellipsiprymnus_.
Still a third species of waterbuck has turned up during the recent explorations to the afore-mentioned lake; but this, though in habit very similar to the others, differs widely in regard to its physical characteristics. Its horns are of the spiral form, greatly resembling those of the koodoo, (_Strepsiceros koodoo_), and naturalists are disposed to cla.s.s it in the genus _Tragelaphus_. Its name among the natives is "nakong."
The reason why none of our young hunters were _personally_ acquainted with the waterbuck was, that none of them had ever seen it before; and the reason why none of them had seen it was, because it is not found in any part of the country through which they had hitherto travelled. It is altogether a tropical or sub-tropical species, loves a warm climate, and does not range so far south as the Cape settlements. It is possible that there may be other species by the rivers that run through the unknown interior of Africa; for between that southern territory, which has been yet explored, and the Great Saara, there lie many strange countries, and many strange creatures, of which the geographer and the naturalist yet know nothing.