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"Quick, man!" shouted Tom, in an agony of alarm as he ran to the rescue, for the Caffre had no gun.
But Mafuta, instead of taking this advice, suddenly stood stock still, as if he had been petrified!
Tom threw forward his rifle, intending, in desperation, to try the effect of a long shot, although certain that it was impossible to kill the rhinoceros even if he should hit, while the risk of killing his faithful servant was very great. Before he had time to fire, however, the animal ran past the motionless Caffre without doing him any injury!
Whether it is owing to the smallness of its eyes, or to the horns on its nose being in the way, we cannot tell, but it is a fact that the black rhinoceros does not see well, and Mafuta, aware of this defect, had taken advantage of it in a way what is sometimes practised by bold men.
Had he continued to run he would certainly have been overtaken and killed; but, standing perfectly still, he was no doubt taken for a tree stump by the animal. At all events it brushed past him, and Mafuta, doubling on his track, ran to a tree, up which he vaulted like a monkey.
Meanwhile Tom Brown got within range, and sent a ball cras.h.i.+ng against the animal's hard sides without doing it any injury. The second barrel was discharged with no better result, except that a splinter of its horn was knocked off. Before he could reload, the rhinoceros was gone, and Tom had to content himself with carrying off the splinter as a memorial of the adventure.
That night the travellers made their encampment at the foot of a tree, on the lower branches of which they hung up a quant.i.ty of meat. Tom lay in a small tent which he carried with him, but Mafuta preferred to sleep by the fire outside.
During the day they had seen and heard several lions. It was therefore deemed advisable to picket the horses close to the tent, between it and the fire.
"Mafuta," said Tom Brown, as he lay contemplating the fire on which the Caffre had just heaped fresh logs, "give me some more tea, and cook another giraffe steak. D'you know I feel my appet.i.te coming back with great force?"
"Dat am good," said Mafuta.
"Yes, that is undoubtedly good," said Tom. "I never knew what it was to have a poor appet.i.te until I came to this wonderful land of yours, and I a.s.sure you that I will not pay it another visit in a hurry--although, upon the whole, I'm very well pleased to have hunted in it."
"W'at for you come because of?" asked Mafuta.
"Well, I came for fun, as the little boys in my country say. I came for change, for variety, for amus.e.m.e.nt, for relaxation, for sport. Do you understand any of these expressions?"
"Me not onderstan' moch," answered Mafuta with great simplicity of manner; "bot why you want for change? Me nivir wants no change?"
"Ah, Mafuta," replied Tom with a smile, "you're a happy man? The fact is, that we civilised people lead artificial lives, to a large extent, and, therefore, require a change sometimes to recruit our energies--that is, to put us right again, whereas you and your friends live in a natural way, and therefore don't require putting right. D'you understand?"
"Not moch," answered the Caffre, gazing into the fire with a puzzled look. "You say we lives nat'ral life an' don't need be put right; berry good, why you not live nat'ral life too, an' no need be put right--be always right?"
Tom laughed at this.
"It's not easy to answer that question, Mafuta. We have surrounded ourselves with a lot of wants, some of which are right and some wrong.
For instance, we want clothes, and houses, and books, and tobacco, and hundreds of other things, which cost a great deal of money, and in order to make the money we must work late and early, which hurts our health, and many of us must sit all day instead of walk or ride, so that we get ill and require a change of life, such as a trip to Africa to shoot lions, else we should die too soon. In fact, most of our lives consists in a perpetual struggle between healthy const.i.tutions and false modes of living."
"Dat berry foolish," said Mafuta, shaking his head. "Me onderstan' dat baccy good, _berry_ good, bot what de use of clo'es; why you not go nakit? s'pose 'cause you not black, eh?"
"Well, not exactly. The fact is--"
At this point the conversation was interrupted by the low murmuring growl of the lion. The two men gazed at one another earnestly and listened. Tom quietly laid his hand on his rifle, which always lay ready loaded at his side, and Mafuta grasped the handle of the knife that hung at his girdle. For some minutes they remained silent and motionless, waiting for a repet.i.tion of the sound, while the camp-fire glittered brightly, lighting up the expressive countenance of our hero, and causing the whites of Mafuta's eyes to glisten. Again they heard the growl much nearer than before, and it became evident that the lion was intent on claiming hospitality. The horses p.r.i.c.ked up their ears, snuffed the night air wildly, and showed every symptom of being ill at ease. Tom Brown, without rising, slowly c.o.c.ked his rifle, and Mafuta, drawing his knife, showed his brilliant white teeth as if he had been a dog.
Gradually and stealthily the king of the forest drew near, muttering to himself, as it were, in an undertone. He evidently did not care to disturb the horses, having set his heart upon the meat which hung on the tree, and the anxious listeners in the tent heard him attempting to claw it down.
Tom Brown was hastily revolving in his mind the best mode of killing or scaring away this presumptuous visitor, when the lion, in its wanderings round the tree, tripped over one of the lines of the tent, causing it to vibrate. He uttered a growl of dissatisfaction, and seized the cord in his teeth.
"Look out, Mafuta!" exclaimed Tom, as he observed the shadow of the beast against the curtain.
He fired as he spoke.
A terrific roar followed, the canvas was instantly torn open, and the whole tent fell in dire confusion on the top of its inmates.
Tom Brown did not move. He always acted on the principle of letting well alone, and, feeling that he was unhurt, lay as still as a mouse, but Mafuta uttered a wild yell, sprang through the rent canvas, and bounded up the tree in violent haste. There he remained, and Tom lay quietly under the tent for full ten minutes without moving, almost without breathing, but as no sound was heard, our hero at last ventured to raise his head. Then he got slowly upon his knees, and, gently removing the inc.u.mbent folds of canvas, looked out. The sight that he beheld was satisfactory. An enormous lion lay stretched out at the font of the tree quite dead! His half random shot at the shadow had been most successful, having pa.s.sed right through the lion's heart.
Not long after this, Tom Brown reached the settlements, where he found the major and Wilkins, who had quite recovered from the effects of their excursion into the interior, and from whom he learned that a party had been sent off in search of himself.
Thereafter he went to the Cape, where he joined his father in business.
He did not, however, give up hunting entirely, for he belonged to a family which, as we have said elsewhere, is so sternly romantic and full of animal life that many of its members are led to attempt and to accomplish great things, both in the spiritual and physical worlds, undamped by repeated rebuffs and failures. Moreover, he did _not_ forget his resolutions, or his Bible, after he got well; but we are bound to add that he did forget his resolve never again to visit the African wilderness, for if report speaks truth, he was seen there many a time, in after years, with Mafuta, hunting the lions.
THE END.