Congo had full permission to battle with the lioness.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
HOW CONGO THE KAFFIR KILLED A LIONESS.
Congo had now become an object of as great interest as in the morning.
Greater in fact, for the new danger he was about to undergo--a combat with an enraged lioness--was accounted still greater than that of fording the Gareep, and the interest was in proportion. With eager eyes the young yagers stood watching him as he prepared himself for the encounter.
He was but a short while in getting ready. He was seen to enter the Van Wyk wagon, and in less than three minutes come out again fully armed and equipped. The lioness would not have long to wait for her a.s.sailant.
The equipment of the Kaffir must needs be described.
It was simple enough, though odd to a stranger"s eye. It was neither more nor less than the equipment of a Zooloo warrior.
In his right hand he held a bunch of _a.s.segais_,--in all six of them.
What is an "a.s.segai?"
It is a straight lance or spear, though not to be used as one. It is smaller than either of these weapons, shorter and more slender in the shaft, but like them armed with an iron head of arrow shape. In battle it is not retained in the hand, but flung at the enemy, often from a considerable distance. It is, in short, a "javelin," or "dart,"--such as was used in Europe before fire-arms became known, and such as at present forms the war weapon of all the savage tribes of Southern Africa, but especially those of the Kaffir nations. And well know they how to project this dangerous missile. At the distance of a hundred yards they will send it with a force as great, and an aim as unerring, as either bullet or arrow! The a.s.segai is flung by a single arm.
Of these javelins Congo carried six, spanning their slender shafts with his long muscular fingers.
The a.s.segais were not the oddest part of his equipment. That was a remarkable thing which he bore on his left arm. It was of oval form, full six feet in length by about three in width, concave on the side towards his body, and equally convex on the opposite. More than any thing else did it resemble a small boat or canoe made of skins stretched over a framework of wood, and of such materials was it constructed. It was, in fact, a shield,--a Zooloo shield--though of somewhat larger dimensions than those used in war. Notwithstanding its great size it was far from clumsy, but light, tight, and firm,--so much so that arrow, a.s.segai, or bullet, striking it upon the convex side, would have glanced off as from a plate of steel.
A pair of strong bands fastened inside along the bottom enabled the wearer to move it about at will; and placed upright, with its lower end resting upon the ground, it would have sheltered the body of the tallest man. It sheltered that of Congo, and Congo was no dwarf.
Without another word he walked out, the huge _carapace_ on his left arm, five of the a.s.segais clutched in his left hand, while one that he had chosen for the first throw he held in his right. This one was grasped near the middle, and carried upon the balance.
No change had taken place in the situation of affairs out upon the plain. In fact, there had not been much time for any. Scarce five minutes had elapsed from the time the Kaffir stated his purpose, until he went forth to execute it. The lioness was still roaming about, uttering her frightful screams. The hyenas were still there. The moment the Kaffir was seen approaching, the cowardly hyenas fled with a howl, and soon disappeared under the bosch.
Far different with the lioness. She seemed to pay no regard to the approach of the hunter. She neither turned her head, nor looked in the direction he was coming. Her whole attention was absorbed by the ma.s.s of bodies upon the plain. She yelled her savage notes as she regarded them. She was no doubt lamenting the fate of her grim and swarthy partner, that lay dead before her eyes. At all events, she did not seem to notice the hunter, until he had got within twenty paces of the spot!
At that distance the Kaffir halted, rested his huge shield upon the ground--still holding it erect--poised the a.s.segai a moment in his right hand, and then sent it whizzing through the air.
It pierced the side of the tawny brute, and hung quivering between her ribs. Only for a moment. The fierce animal doubled round upon herself, caught the shaft in her teeth, and broke it off as if it had been a straw!
The blade of the a.s.segai still remained in the flesh, but the lioness waited no longer. She had now perceived her enemy; and, uttering a vengeful scream, she sprang towards him. With one tremendous bound she cleared three-fourths of the s.p.a.ce that lay between them, and a second would have carried her upon the shoulders of the Kaffir; but the latter was prepared to receive her, and, as she rose to her second leap, he disappeared suddenly from the scene! As if by magic he had vanished; and had not the boys been watching his every movement, they would have been at a loss to know what had become of him. But they knew that under that oval convex form, whose edges rested upon the earth, lay Congo the Kaffir. There lay he, like a tortoise in its sh.e.l.l, clutching the straps with all his might, and pressing his carapace firmly against the ground!
The lioness was more astonished than the spectators. At the second leap she pitched right down upon the shield, but the drum-like noise made by her weight, and the hard firm substance encountered by her claws, quite disconcerted her, and springing aside she stood gazing at the odd object with looks of alarm!
She stood but for a moment, and then, uttering a savage growl of disappointment, turned tail upon it, and trotted off!
This growl guided Congo. The shield was raised from the ground--only on one side, and but a very little way at first--just enough to enable the hunter to see the stern of the retreating lioness.
Then the Kaffir rose quickly to his feet, and, holding the shield erect, prepared for the casting of a second a.s.segai.
This was quickly thrown and pierced the animal in the flank, where shaft and all remained sticking in the flesh. The lioness turned with redoubled fury, once more charged upon her a.s.sailant, and, as before, was met by the hard convex surface of the shield. This time she did not immediately retreat, but stood menacing the strange object, striking it with her clawed hoofs, and endeavouring to turn it over.
Now was the moment of peril for Congo. Had the lioness succeeded in making a capsize, it would have been all up with him, poor fellow! But he knew the danger, and with one hand clutching the leathern straps, and the other bearing upon the edge of the frame, he was able to hold firm and close,--closer even "than a barnacle to a ship"s copper."
After venting her rage in several impotent attempts to break or overturn the carapace, the lioness at length went growling away towards her former position.
Her growls, as before, guided the actions of Congo. He was soon upon his feet, another a.s.segai whistled through the air, and pierced through the neck of the lioness.
But, as before, the wound was not fatal, and the animal, now enraged to a frenzy, charged once more upon her a.s.sailant. So rapid was her advance that it was with great difficulty Congo got under cover. A moment later, and his ruse would have failed, for the claws of the lion rattled upon the shield as it descended.
He succeeded, however, in planting himself firmly, and was once more safe under the thick buffalo hide. The lioness now howled with disappointed rage; and after spending some minutes in fruitless endeavours to upset the shield, she once more desisted. This time, however, instead of going away, the angry brute kept pacing round and round, and at length _lay down within three feet of the spot_. Congo was besieged!
The boys saw at a glance that Congo was a captive. The look of the lioness told them this. Though she was several hundred yards off, they could see that she wore an air of determination, and was not likely to depart from the spot without having her revenge. There could be no question about it,--the Kaffir was in "a sc.r.a.pe."
Should the lioness remain, how was he to get out of it? He could not escape by any means. To raise the shield would be to tempt the fierce brute upon him. Nothing could be plainer than that. The boys shouted aloud to warn him of his danger. They feared that he might not be aware of the close proximity of his enemy.
Notwithstanding the danger there was something ludicrous in the situation in which the Kaffir was placed; and the young hunters, though anxious about the result, could scarce keep from laughter, as they looked forth upon the plain.
There lay the lioness within three feet of the shield, regarding it with fixed and glaring eyes, and at intervals uttering her savage growls.
There lay the oval form, with Congo beneath, motionless and silent. A strange pair of adversaries, indeed!
Long time the lioness kept her close vigil, scarce moving her body from its crouching att.i.tude. Her tail only vibrated from side to side, and the muscles of her jaws quivered with subdued rage. The boys shouted repeatedly to warn Congo; though no reply came from the hollow interior of the carapace. They might have spared their breath. The cunning Kaffir knew as well as they the position of his enemy. Her growls, as well as her loud breathing, kept him admonished of her whereabouts; and he well understood how to act under the circ.u.mstances.
For a full half-hour this singular scene continued; and as the lioness showed no signs of deserting her post, the young yagers at length determined upon an attack, or, at all events, a feint that would draw her off.
It was close upon sunset, and should night come down what would become of Congo? In the darkness he might be destroyed. He might relax his watchfulness,--he might go to sleep, and then his relentless enemy would have the advantage.
Something must be done to release him from his narrow prison,--and at once.
They had saddled and mounted their horses, and were about to ride forth, when the sharp-eyed Hans noticed that the lioness was much farther off from the shield than when he last looked that way. And yet she had not moved,--at all events, no one had seen her stir--and she was still in the very same att.i.tude! How then?
"Ha! look yonder! the shield is moving!"
As Hans uttered these words the eyes of all turned suddenly upon the carapace.
Sure enough, it was moving. Slowly and gradually it seemed to glide along the ground, like a huge tortoise, though its edges remained close to the surface. Although impelled by no visible power, all understood what this motion meant,--Congo was the moving power!
The yagers held their bridles firm, and sat watching with breathless interest.
In a few minutes more the shield had moved full ten paces from the crouching lioness. The latter seemed not to notice this change in the relative position of herself and her cunning adversary. If she did, she beheld it rather with feelings of curiosity or wonder than otherwise.
At all events, she kept her post until the curious object had gone a wide distance from her.
She might not have suffered it to go much farther; but it was now far enough for her adversary"s purpose, for the shield suddenly became erect, and the Kaffir once more sent his a.s.segai whirring from his hand.
It was the fatal shaft. The lioness chanced to be crouching broadside towards the hunter. His aim was true, and the barbed iron pierced through her heart. A sharp growl, that was soon stifled,--a short despairing struggle, that soon ended, and the mighty brute lay motionless in the dust!
A loud "hurrah!" came from the direction of the camp, and the young yagers now galloped forth upon the plain, and congratulated Congo upon the successful result of his perilous conflict.
The group of dead bodies was approached, and there a new surprise awaited the hunters. The lion was dead, as they had long since conjectured,--the sharp horns of the oryx had done the work; but what astonished all of them was, that the horns that had impaled the body of the great lion still remained sticking in his side. The oryx had been unable to extricate them, and would thus have perished along with her victim, even had the lioness not arrived to give the fatal blow!
This, both Congo and Swartboy a.s.sured the party, was no uncommon occurrence, and the bodies of the lion and gemsbok are often found upon the plains locked in this fatal embrace!