From his movements it was evident he had not noticed him as yet, else he would already have charged upon him. The black rhinoceros does not wait to be provoked. His own fierce nature furnishes him with sufficient stimulus, and his fury is habitually directed against creatures the most innocent and unoffending.
To get as far out of his way as possible, Hendrik glided silently up to the cliff, and stood close against the rock.
But if the rhinoceros is not a sharp-sighted animal he is one of the sharpest-scented that lives. With the wind in his favour, he can smell even a "rat" at an almost incredible distance. He is also gifted with a most acute sense of hearing; and the slightest sound, such as the rustling of a leaf or the falling of a footstep, will enable him to guide himself directly to his enemy or his victim. Were the rhinoceros endowed with the power of vision to the same degree as he is with that of smell and hearing, he would be the most dangerous animal in the world. As it is, he is any thing but a safe neighbour, and many of the poor natives of the country he inhabits, fall victims to his ungovernable temper and brutal strength. Fortunately his eyes are no bigger than they are.
They were big enough, however, to see Hendrik as he stood, his dark form outlined against the cliff, and sharp enough to distinguish him from the rock. The breeze, indeed, blowing in his spread nostrils, had warned him of the hunter"s presence, and that had directed his eyes.
As these rested upon the form of the boy, he stopped short in his track, uttered a snorting noise, vibrated his ears, and flirted his saucy little tail over his huge hips. Then placing himself in a menacing att.i.tude, and giving utterance to an angry blowing, he dashed forward upon Hendrik as if the latter had been his enemy for life!
Hendrik"s presence of mind was called for at this moment; and it came to his aid. Had he kept his ground five seconds longer, he would have been crushed against the rock, or impaled upon the strong horn of the rhinoceros. But the moment the latter charged, the boy sprang out from the cliff.
He did not attempt to run--that would not have saved him; and fortunately he knew it. He merely stepped out to the more open ground in the middle of the pa.s.s, and there stood fronting his a.s.sailant. The latter having seen the movement, swerved in his course, so as again to head direct for his intended victim; and without stopping, rushed forward as before.
Hendrik stood still, until the sharp black horn almost touched him.
Then bounding to one side, he glided past the rhinoceros, and ran in an opposite direction.
He looked back as he ran; and seeing that the fierce brute had turned suddenly on the failure of his charge, and was close at his heels, he again made stand, confronting the animal as before. Again he waited until the rhinoceros was close up, and repeated the manoeuvre of springing to one side and running behind. This Hendrik had heard was the only way to escape the rhinoceros in open ground. Had he sprung aside a moment too soon, that is, before the sudden bound enabled him to clear the field of the animal"s vision, he would certainly have been followed and overtaken; for, unwieldy as the rhinoceros appears, it is nevertheless far more active than it looks, and the horse can barely get out of the way of its sudden and impetuous rush.
Hendrik had got two hundred yards down the pa.s.s before it turned again, but the distance was not enough. He was compelled to make stand for the third time, and await the terrible onset of his huge enemy.
As before, he succeeded in getting to his rear, but the rhinoceros seemed to grow wiser, and now wheeled his body at shorter intervals, so that Hendrik"s chances of escape were growing less and less after each successive charge. In fact, he was kept dodging and leaping continuously from side to side. To have lost his footings or relaxed his vigilance for a moment, would have been certain and immediate destruction.
Hendrik began to despair. He was already panting for breath, with the perspiration flowing from every pore. His body ached with fatigue. His limbs began to fail him. He could not hold out much longer. There was no reason to believe the powerful brute would desist. It was child"s play to him; and he had worked himself into a fearful rage at not being able to strike his victim after so many charges.
Hendrik began to think he was lost for ever. The thoughts of home, of father, of sister, and brothers, of Wilhelmina--rushed across his mind; he would never see them more; he would be killed in that pa.s.s, and by the fierce dark monster that was pursuing him. They would never know what had become--Ha! An e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n escaped from Hendrik"s lips as these sad thoughts coursed through his brain. It was an exclamation of joy.
The struggle between him and the fierce animal had continued for more than a quarter of an hour, and had changed from place to place until they were now about the middle of the pa.s.s. Hendrik"s sudden exclamation had been caused, by his observing upon the cliffs a sort of ledge or platform about six feet from the ground. It was scarce that width, but it ran along the front of the cliff for a distance of several yards; and, as Hendrik thought, at one end there was a sort of cave or cleft in the rocks. He scarce glanced at this, however; the platform itself was what interested him, and without another thought or look he grasped the edge of the rock and dragged himself up.
The next moment he stood upon the shelf, and looked safely down upon the ferocious brute that was snorting in vain fury below!
CHAPTER THIRTY.
HENDRIK IN A STATE OF SIEGE.
Hendrik breathed freely, though he puffed and panted a long time after getting upon his perch. His mind was at ease, however, for he saw at once that the rhinoceros could not reach him. The most it could do was to get its ugly snout over the edge of the rock, and that only by raising itself upon its hind-legs. This it actually did, blowing with rage, and projecting its broad muzzle as close as it could to the feet of the hunter, as if to seize him with its elongated and prehensile lips.
It did so only once. Hendrik was as angry as the rhinoceros, and with juster cause; and now, feeling confident of the security of his position, he bent forward, and with all his might repeatedly kicked the thick lips of the brute with the heels of his heavy boots.
The rhinoceros danced about, uttering cries of rage and pain; but, despite the brutal impetuosity of its nature, it no longer attempted to scale the cliff, but contented itself with rushing to and fro at its base, evidently determined to _lay siege_ to the hunter.
Hendrik had now time to contemplate this singular animal. To his surprise he perceived that it was a new species--that is, one he had never seen before, although he had heard of it.
Hendrik knew--for Hans had told him long ago--that there were at least four species of the rhinoceros inhabiting the countries of South Africa between the Tropic and the Cape, and that probably a fifth existed to the north of this line. Of the four, two were _white_ rhinoceroses, and two _black_. The white ones were called respectively "kobaoba" and "muchocho," the black ones "borele" and "keitloa." The white species were both larger than the black ones, but of milder disposition. Their food was princ.i.p.ally gra.s.s, while the borele and keitloa browse upon the tender shoots and leaves of bushes. The white ones are "unicorns," that is, their anterior horn is largely developed--in the muchocho being sometimes three feet in length, and in the kobaoba still longer--while the posterior horn is simply a k.n.o.b or bony protuberance. There are many other points of distinction between the white and black species, both in form, colour, and habits.
Now, as the one that had attacked Hendrik was a _black_ rhinoceros, and was _not_ the borele--for this was the kind they had encountered while hunting the gnoo--it must be the keitloa. That it was not the borele Hendrik saw by its horns. In the latter the front horn only is developed to any considerable length--never so long as in the white ones--whereas, like with them, the posterior horn is little more than a pointed k.n.o.b, though longer or shorter in different individuals. Now, the rhinoceros before Hendrik"s eyes had two thick strong horns upon its snout, each one being full fifteen inches in length, and of course nearly equal. The neck, too, was longer, and the lip more pointed and prehensile than in the borele for Hendrik knew the latter well, as it is one of the most common animals upon the frontier.
Hendrik"s a.s.sailant was the keitloa. Although less is known of this species than either the muchocho or borele--because its district lies farther to the north--yet Hendrik had heard something of its character from Hans, as well as from old hunters. He had heard that it is even more fierce and dangerous than the borele and is more dreaded by the natives. In districts where it is common, the people fear it more than any other animal--not even excepting the lion or the grim buffalo!
Hendrik had heard this about the keitloa, and no longer wondered at its having attacked him in the savage and unprovoked manner it had done. He only thanked his stars that there existed that little ledge of rock upon which he now stood, and from which he could look down and contemplate those terrible horns with a feeling of complacency which, five minutes before, he had not enjoyed. He almost laughed at the odd situation he found himself in.
"What a place for Hans!" he said in soliloquy. "Capital place for him to study the natural history of this clumsy brute!"
At this moment, as if echoing his thoughts, the keitloa began to exhibit before him one of its peculiar habits.
There stood a good-sized bush right in front, having a number of separate stems growing from one root, the whole forming a little clump of itself. Against this bush the rhinoceros commenced battling,--now charging it from one side, now from another,--dashing at it headforemost, breaking the branches with his horns, and trampling them under his thick clumsy limbs--all the while, by his menacing look and movements, appearing as if he was fighting with some enemy in earnest!
Whether in earnest or not, he continued to go on in this way for more than half-an-hour, until every stem and branch were barked, broken, and crushed to mummy among his feet, and not till then did he desist from his furious attacks.
The whole thing had such a ludicrous air about it that it recalled to Hendrik"s mind the story of Don Quixote and the windmill, and set him laughing outright. His merriment, however, was not of long duration, for he now began to perceive that the fury of the keitloa was as long-lived as it was terrible. The glances that the animal from time to time cast upon the hunter told the latter that he had to deal with an implacable enemy.
As soon as the creature had finished its battle with the bush, it walked back towards the cliff, and stood with its head erect and its small lurid eyes gleaming upon the hunter. It appeared to know he was its prisoner, and had resolved upon keeping him there. Its whole manner satisfied Hendrik that such was its intention, and he began once more to feel uneasy about the result.
When another hour had pa.s.sed, and still the keitloa kept watching him from below, he became more than uneasy--he became alarmed.
He had been suffering from thirst ever since they commenced hunting the blesbok--he was now almost choking. He would have given any thing for one cup of water.
The hot sun--for it was yet only noon--scorched him as he stood against that bare burning rock. He suffered torture from heat as well as thirst.
He suffered, too, from suspense. How long might his implacable sentinel keep watch upon him? Until the keitloa should leave the spot, there was not the slightest hope of his escaping. To have returned to the plain would be certain death. It would have been death but for the timely proximity of that friendly rock. No hope to escape from its broiling surface so long as the fierce brute remained below.
Would Hans and the others believe him lost, and follow upon his spoor?
They might, but not till the next day. They would not think of him being lost before night came, as it was no unusual thing for one of them to be off alone from morning till night. How would he endure the terrible thirst that was raging within him? How would he suffer it until they should arrive?
Besides, it might rain during the night. His spoor would then be completely obliterated. They would not be able to follow it, and then, what might be his fate?
These and many other reflections pa.s.sed through his mind as he stood upon the ledge, regarding his fierce jailer with looks of anger and impatience.
But the keitloa cared not for that. He still remained upon the ground, now pacing to and fro by the bottom of the cliff, and now standing still, with head erect, his small dark orbs scintillating with a look of untiring vengeance.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
A SINGULAR ESCAPE.
As the moments pa.s.sed, Hendrik"s thirst grew fiercer, and his impatience stronger. He had already examined the cliff above him--in hopes that he might have found a way by which it could be scaled. To no purpose did he look up. There were other ledges, it is true, but they were beyond his reach. The shelf he stood upon ran along the face of the cliff for many yards, but narrowed at both ends until it could be followed no farther. He had not moved from the spot where he ascended, as that was the broadest part, and where he was most out of reach of the elastic snout and long horns of the keitloa.
He now remembered that, while battling about below, he had noticed a dark spot above the ledge, which he had conjectured to be the entrance of a cave, or a hole in the cliff. He had thought of it once again, but as creeping within a cave would not render him more secure than he was out on the rock, he had not gone towards it.
Now it occurred to him that he might examine the cave, and enter it if large enough to admit him. It would, at least, be pleasanter there, as he would be sheltered from the hot rays of the sun--an important consideration at that moment.
But there was another consideration that influenced him still more; and that was, the thought that were he once _out of sight_ the rhinoceros _might forget him_. He knew that the old adage, "out of sight, out of mind," had a good deal of meaning when applied to the borele, the lion, and many other dangerous animals; and perhaps the proverb would also hold good of the keitloa--though what he had heard of this creature gave him very little ground to hope. At all events, he could test the thing.
It would not cost much time to make the trial; and even should it prove of no service in that way, the change from his present stand upon the hot ledge for a seat within a cool cavern could not otherwise than better his condition. To the cave then!
Fixing his eye upon the keitloa, he commenced moving along the terrace, towards the point where he remembered having noticed the dark fissure in the cliff.
The keitloa followed, keeping with him step for step; and apparently roused to fresh vigilance, as if it feared that its victim was about to attempt an escape. All the way it followed him; and as the ledge grew narrower, it became necessary for Hendrik to proceed with great caution.
Not that he was in danger of falling from it, but rather of _being dragged_--for the rhinoceros, by standing on his hind-legs, was now able to stretch his broad muzzle above the edge of the rock, and to protrude his elastic snout across the ledge within a few inches of the wall beyond. It therefore required "gingerly" stepping on the part of Hendrik. Notwithstanding all the menacing efforts of his adversary, Hendrik succeeded in reaching the entrance of the cave.