the land of footprints-第23章
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Two or three men together can make this one of the most exciting mounted games on earth； with enough of the give and take of real danger and battle to make it worth while。 The hunter； however； who employs a dozen Somalis to ride the beast to a standstill； after which he goes to the front； has eliminated much of the thrill。 Nor need that man's stay…at…home family feel any excessive uneasiness over Father Killing Lions in Africa。
The method that interested me more than any other is one exceedingly difficult to follow except under favourable circumstances。 I refer to tracking them down afoot。 This requires that your gunbearer should be an expert trailer； for； outside the fact that following a soft…padded animal over all sorts of ground is a very difficult thing to do； the hunter should be free to spy ahead。 It is necessary also to possess much patience and to endure under many disappointments。 But on the other hand there is in this sport a continuous keen thrill to be enjoyed in no other； and he who single handed tracks down and kills his lion thus； has well earned the title of shikari…the Hunter。
And the last method of all is to trust to the God of Chance。 The secret of success is to be always ready to take instant advantage of what the moment offers。
An occasional hunting story is good in itself： and the following will also serve to illustrate what I have just been saying。
We were after that prize； the greater kudu； and in his pursuit had penetrated into some very rough country。 Our hunting for the time being was over broad bench； perhaps four or five miles wide； below a range of mountains。 The bench itself broke down in sheer cliffs some fifteen hundred feet； but one did not appreciate that fact unless he stood fairly on the edge of the precipice。 To all intents and purposes we were on a rolling grassy plain； with low hills and cliffs； and a most beautiful little stream running down it beneath fine trees。
Up to now our hunting had gained us little beside information： that kudu had occasionally visited the region； that they had not been there for a month； and that the direction of their departure had been obscure。 So we worked our way down the stream； trying out the possibilities。 Of other game there seemed to be a fair supply： impalla； hartebeeste； zebra； eland； buffalo； wart…hog； sing…sing； and giraffe we had seen。 I had secured a wonderful eland and a very fine impalla； and we had had a gorgeous close…quarters fight with a cheetah。* Now C。 had gone out； a three weeks' journey； carrying to medical attendance a porter injured in the cheetah fracas。 Billy and I were continuing the hunt alone。
*This animal quite disproved the assertion that cheetahs never assume the aggressive。 He charged repeatedly。
We had marched two hours； and were pitching camp under a single tree near the edge of the bench。 After seeing everything well under way； I took the Springfield and crossed the stream； which here ran in a deep canyon。 My object was to see if I could get a sing…sing that had bounded away at our approach。 I did not bother to take a gunbearer； because I did not expect to be gone five minutes。
The canyon proved unexpectedly deep and rough； and the stream up to my waist。 When I had gained the top； I found grass growing patchily from six inches to two feet high； and small； scrubby trees from four to ten feet tall； spaced regularly； but very scattered。 These little trees hardly formed cover； but their aggregation at sufficient distance limited the view。
The sing…sing had evidently found his way over the edge of the bench。 I turned to go back to camp。 A duiker…a small grass antelope…broke from a little patch of the taller grass； rushed； head down headlong after their fashion； suddenly changed his mind； and dashed back again。 I stepped forward to see why he had changed his mind…and ran into two lions！
They were about thirty yards away； and sat there on their haunches； side by side； staring at me with expressionless yellow eyes。 I stared back。 The Springfield is a good little gun； and three times before I had been forced to shoot lions with it； but my real 〃lion gun〃 with which I had done best work was the 405 Winchester。 The Springfield is too light for such game。 Also there were two lions； very close。 Also I was quite alone。
As the game stood； it hardly looked like my move； so I held still and waited。 Presently one yawned； they looked at each other； turned quite leisurely； and began to move away at a walk。
This was a different matter。 If I had fired while the two were facing me； I should probably have had them both to deal with。 But now that their tails were turned toward me； I should very likely have to do with only the one： at the crack of the rifle the other would run the way he was headed。 So I took a careful bead at the lioness and let drive。
My aim was to cripple the pelvic bone； but； unfortunately； just as I fired； the beast wriggled lithely sidewise to pass around a tuft of grass； so that the bullet inflicted merely a slight flesh wound on the rump。 She whirled like a flash； and as she raised her head high to locate me； I had time to wish that the Springfield hit a trifle harder blow。 Also I had time to throw another cartridge in the barrel。
The moment she saw me she dropped her head and charged。 She was thoroughly angry and came very fast。 I had just enough time to steady the gold bead on her chest and to pull trigger。
At the shot； to my great relief； she turned bottom up； and I saw her tail for an instant above the grass…an almost sure indication of a bad hit。 She thrashed around； and made a tremendous hullabaloo of snarls and growls。 I backed out slowly； my rifle ready。 It was no place for me； for the grass was over knee high。
Once at a safe distance I blazed a tree with my hunting knife and departed for camp； well pleased to be out of it。 At camp I ate lunch and had a smoke； then with Memba Sasa and Mavrouki returned to the scene of trouble。 I had now the 405 Winchester； a light and handy weapon delivering a tremendous blow。
We found the place readily enough。 My lioness had recovered from the first shock and had gone。 I was very glad I had gone first。
The trail was not very plain； but it could be followed a foot or so at a time； with many faults and casts back。 I walked a yard to one side while the men followed the spoor。 Owing to the abundance of cover it was very nervous work； for the beast might be almost anywhere； and would certainly charge。 We tried to keep a neutral zone around ourselves by tossing stones ahead of and on both sides of our line of advance。 My own position was not bad； for I had the rifle ready in my hand； but the men were in danger。 Of course I was protecting them as well as I could； but there was always a chance that the lioness might spring on them in such a manner that I would be unable to use my weapon。 Once I suggested that as the work was dangerous； they could quit if they wanted to。
〃Hapana！〃 they both refused indignantly。
We had proceeded thus for half a mile when to our relief； right ahead of us； sounded the commanding； rumbling half…roar； half…growl of the lion at bay。
Instantly Memba Sasa and Mavrouki dropped back to me。 We all peered ahead。 One of the boys made her out first； crouched under a bush thirty…two yards away。 Even as I raised the rifle she saw us and charged。 I caught her in the chest before she had come ten feet。 The heavy bullet stopped her dead。 Then she recovered and started forward slowly； very weak； but game to the last。 Another shot finished her。
The remarkable point of this incident was the action of the little Springfield bullet。 Evidently the very high velocity of this bullet from its shock to the nervous system had delivered a paralyzing blow sufficient to knock out the lioness for the time being。 Its damage to tissue； however； was slight。 Inasmuch as the initial shock did not cause immediate death； the lioness recovered sufficiently to be able； two hours later； to take the offensive。 This point is of the greatest interest to the student of ballistics； but it is curious to even the ordinary reader。
That is a very typical example of finding lions by sheer chance。 Generally a man is out looking for the smallest k
