Weeks had passed without a hunt, and Jock must have thought there was a sad falling away on the part of his master; he no longer expected anything; the rifle was never taken down now except for an odd shot from the outspan or to put some poor animal out of its misery2. Since the night with the lions, when he had been ignominiously3 cooped up, there had been nothing to stir his blood and make life worth living; and this morning as he saw me rise from breakfast and proceed to potter about the waggons4 in the way he had come to regard as inevitable5, he looked on indifferently for a few minutes and then stretched out full length in the sun and went to sleep.
I could not take him with me across the river, as the ‘fly’ was said to be bad there, and it was no place to risk horse or dog. The best of prospects6 would not have tempted7 me to take chance with him, but I hated ordering him to stay behind, as it hurt his dignity and sense of comradeship, so it seemed a happy accident that he was asleep and I could slip away unseen. As the cattle were grazing along the river bank only a few hundred yards off, I took a turn that way to have a look at them, with natural but quite fruitless concern for their welfare, and a moment later met the herd8 boy running towards me and calling out excitedly something which I made out to be:
“Crocodile! Crocodile, Inkos! A crocodile has taken one of the oxen.” The waggon-boys heard it also, and armed with assegais and sticks were on the bank almost as soon as I was; but there was no sign of crocodile or bullock. The boy showed us the place where the weakened animal had gone down to drink—the hoof9 slides were plain enough—and told how, as it drank, the long black coffin-head had appeared out of the water. He described stolidly10 how the big jaws11 had opened and gripped the bullock’s nose; how he, a few yards away, had seen the struggle; how he had shouted and hurled12 his sticks and stones and tufts of grass, and feinted to rush down at it; and how, after a muffled13 bellow14 and a weak staggering effort to pull back, the poor beast had slid out into the deep water and disappeared. It seemed to be a quite unnecessary addition to my troubles: misfortunes were coming thick and fast!
Half an hour was wasted in watching and searching; but we saw no more of crocodile or bullock, and as there was nothing to be done I turned up stream to find a shallower and a safer crossing.
At best it was not pleasant: the water was waist high and racing15 in narrow channels between and over boulders16 and loose slippery stones, and I was glad to get through without a tumble and a swim.
The country was rough on the other side, and the old grass was high and dense17, for no one went there in those days, and the grass stood unburnt from season to season. Climbing over rocks and stony18 ground, crunching19 dry sticks underfoot, and driving a path through the rank tambooki grass, it seemed well-nigh hopeless to look for a shot; several times I heard buck20 start up and dash off only a few yards away, and it began to look as if the wiser course would be to turn back. At last I got out of the valley into more level and more open ground, and came out upon a ledge21 or plateau a hundred yards or more wide, with a low ridge22 of rocks and some thorns on the far side—quite a likely spot. I searched the open ground from my cover, and seeing nothing there crossed over to the rocks, threading my way silently between them and expecting to find another clear space beyond. The snort of a buck brought me to a standstill among the rocks, and as I listened it was followed by another and another from the same quarter, delivered at irregular intervals23; and each snort was accompanied by the sound of trampling24 feet, sometimes like stamps of anger and at other times seemingly a hasty movement.
I had on several occasions interrupted fights between angry rivals: once two splendid koodoo bulls were at it; a second time it was two sables25, and the vicious and incredibly swift sweep of the scimitar horns still lives in memory, along with the wonderful nimbleness of the other fellow who dodged26 it; and another time they were blue wildebeeste; but some interruption had occurred each time, and I had no more than a glimpse of what might have been a rare scene to witness.
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