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Title: Five years' hunting adventures in South Africa: being an account of sport with the lion, elephant ...
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Roualeyn George Gordon-Cumming, 1820-1866.
Subjects: Hunting -- South Africa Museum Collection South Africa -- History South Africa -- Description and travel Special Collections
Publisher: London, Simpkin, Marshall.
Contributing Library: Broward College Archives and Special Collections
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation

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along it for severalmiles. We were on rather elevated ground, with a fine view of a part of theBamangwato chain of mountains before us. Here the trees were largeand handsome, but not strong enough to resist the inconceivable strengthof the mighty monarchs of these forests. Almost every tree had half itsbranches broken short by them, and at every hundred yards I cameupon entire trees, and these the largest in the forest, uprooted clean outof the ground, or broken short across their stems. I observed severallarge trees placed in an inverted position, having their roots uppermostin the air. Our friend had here halted, and fed for a long time upon alarge wide-spreading tree which he had broken short across within a fewfeet of the ground. After following the spoor some distance fartherthrough the dense mazes of the forest, we got into ground so thicklytrodden by elephants that we were baffled in our endeavours to tracethe spoor any farther ; and after wasting several hours in attempting by
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OD 0 ■r-t 53 cSP^O r—I CD a X p.;< 5 MY FIRST ELEPHANT. 149 casts to take up the proper spoor, we gave it rip, and with a sorrowfulheart I turned my horses head towards camp. Having reached the waggons, while drinking my coffee I reviewed thewhole days work, and felt much regret at my want of luck in my firstdays elephant hunting, and I resolved that night to watch the water,and try what could be done with elephants by night-shooting. I accord-ingly ordered the usual watching-hole to be constructed; and havingplaced my bedding in it, repaired thither shortly after sundown. I hadlain about # two hours in the hole, when I heard a low rumbling noiselike distant thunder, caused (as the Bechuanas affirmed), by the bowelsof the elephants which were approaching the fountain. I lay on myback, with my mouth open, attentively listening, and could hear themploughing up the earth with their tusks. Presently they walked up tothe water, and commenced drinking within fi

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