Travels and Adventures in Southern Africa, Volume 2

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Page 234 - AFAR in the desert I love to ride, With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side: When the sorrows of life the soul o'ercast, And, sick of the present, I cling to...
Page 236 - Nor rippling brook with osiered sides ; Where sedgy pool, nor bubbling fount, Nor tree, nor cloud, nor misty mount, Appears to refresh the aching eye ; But the barren earth, and the burning sky, And the blank horizon, round and round, Spread — void of living sight or sound.
Page 472 - Bastuards, in place of now pouring in their volley upon him, instantly turned and fled helter-skelter, leaving him to do his pleasure upon the defenceless Scots; who, with empty guns, were tumbling over each other, in their hurry to escape the clutch of the rampant savage. In a twinkling he was upon them, and with one stroke of his paw dashed the nearest to the ground. The scene was terrific! There stood the lion with his...
Page 471 - ... heels, couching every now and then, as if to measure the distance and strength of his enemies. This is the moment to shoot him fairly in the forehead, or some other mortal part. If they continue to wound him ineffectually till he waxes...
Page 471 - Finding that the few indifferent hounds which we had, made little impression on the enemy, they divided themselves into two or three parties, and rode round the jungle, firing into the spot where the dogs were barking round him, but without effect. At length, after some hours spent in thus beating about the bush, the Scottish blood of some of my countrymen began to get impatient ; and three of them announced their determination to march in and beard the lion in his den, provided three of the...
Page 236 - Spread — void of living sight or sound. And here, while the night-winds round me sigh, And the stars burn bright in the midnight sky. As I sit apart by the desert stone, Like Elijah at Horeb's cave alone, "A still small voice...
Page 471 - If they continue to wound him ineffectually till he waxes furious and desperate, or if the horses, startled by his terrific roar, grow frantic with terror and burst loose, the business becomes rather serious, and may end in mischief, especially if all the party are not men of courage, coolness, and experience.
Page 472 - Bastaards to stand firm and level fair should they miss, the Scottish champions let fly together, and struck — not the lion, as it afterwards proved, but a great block of red stone — beyond which he was actually lying. Whether any of the shot grazed him is uncertain, but with no other warning than a furious growl, forth he bolted from the bush. The rascally Bastaards, in place of now pouring in their volley upon him, instantly turned, and fled helter-skelter, leaving him to do his pleasure upon...
Page 234 - Attachments— by fate or by falsehood reft; Companions of early days— lost or left; And my Native Land— whose magical name Thrills to the heart like electric flame; The home of my childhood; the haunts of my prime...
Page 474 - Is mustered in this hour of need : For life — for life — his giant might He strains, and pours his soul in flight ; And mad with terror, thirst, and pain, Spurns with wild hoof the thundering plain...

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