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作者:炒作      更新:2021-04-30 16:07      字数:9322
  and    left;  and;   what    is  more;    I  never   heard    of  anybody   else     doing    it。
  Naturally      I  was    considerably      pleased    with    myself;    and   having     again
  loaded up; I went on to look for the black…maned beauty who had killed
  Kaptein。   Slowly;   and   with   the   greatest   care;   I   proceeded   up   the   kloof;
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  searching   every   bush   and   tuft   of   grass   as   I   went。   It   was   wonderfully
  exciting work; for I never was sure from one moment to another but that
  he   would   be   on   me。  I   took   comfort;   however;  from  the   reflection   that   a
  lion   rarely  attacks   a   man;rarely;   I   say;   sometimes   he   does;   as   you   will
  see;unless he is cornered or wounded。 I must have been nearly an hour
  hunting after that lion。 Once I thought I saw something move in a clump
  of tambouki grass; but I could not be sure; and when I trod out the grass I
  could not find him。
  〃At last I worked up to the head of the kloof; which made a cul…de… sac。
  It   was   formed   of   a   wall   of   rock   about   fifty   feet   high。   Down   this   rock
  trickled a little waterfall; and in front of it; some seventy feet from its face;
  was a great piled…up mass of boulders; in the crevices and on the top of
  which      grew    ferns;   grasses;   and    stunted    bushes。    This   mass     was   about
  twenty…five   feet   high。   The   sides   of   the   kloof   here   were   also   very   steep。
  Well; I came to the top of the nullah and looked all round。 No signs of the
  lion。    Evidently     I  had   either   overlooked       him   farther    down     or  he   had
  escaped right away。 It was very vexatious; but still three lions were not a
  bad     bag   for   one   gun    before    dinner;    and    I  was    fain   to  be   content。
  Accordingly   I   departed   back   again;   making   my   way   round   the   isolated
  pillar of boulders; beginning to feel; as I did so; that I was pretty well done
  up   with   excitement   and       fatigue;   and   should   be     more   so   before   I   had
  skinned   those   three   lions。   When   I   had   got;   as   nearly   as   I   could   judge;
  about eighteen yards past the pillar or mass of boulders; I turned to have
  another look round。 I have a pretty sharp eye; but I could see nothing at
  all。
  〃Then; on a sudden; I saw something sufficiently alarming。 On the top
  of the mass of boulders; opposite to me; standing out clear against the rock
  beyond; was the huge black…maned lion。 He had been crouching there; and
  now arose as though by magic。 There he stood lashing his tail; just like a
  living    reproduction      of   the  animal     on   the  gateway      of  Northumberland
  House that I have seen a picture of。 But he did not stand long。 Before I
  could   firebefore   I   could   do   more   than   get   the   gun   to   my   shoulderhe
  sprang straight up and out from the rock; and driven by the impetus of that
  one mighty bound came hurtling through the air toward me。
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  〃Heavens! how grand he looked; and how awful! High into the air he
  flew; describing a great arch。 Just as he touched the highest point of his
  spring   I   fired。   I   did   not   dare   to   wait;   for   I   saw   that   he   would   clear   the
  whole space and land right upon me。 Without a sight; almost without aim;
  I   fired;   as   one   would   fire   a   snap…shot   at   a   snipe。   The   bullet   told;   for   I
  distinctly heard its thud above the rushing sound caused by the passage of
  the lion through the air。 Next second I was swept to the ground (luckily I
  fell into a low; creeper…clad bush; which broke the shock); and the lion was
  on the top of me; and the next those great white teeth of his had met in my
  thighI heard them grate against the bone。 I yelled out in agony; for I did
  not feel in the least benumbed and happy; like Dr。 Livingstone;whom; by
  the way; I knew very well;and gave myself up for dead。 But suddenly; at
  that moment; the lion's grip on my thigh loosened; and he stood over me;
  swaying to and fro; his huge mouth; from which the blood was gushing;
  wide opened。 Then he roared; and the sound shook the rocks。
  〃To    and   fro  he   swung;    and    then   the  great   head   dropped     on   me;
  knocking   all   the breath   from   my  body;  and   he   was dead。  My  bullet   had
  entered in the centre of his chest and passed out on the right side of the
  spine about half way down the back。
  〃The pain of my wound kept me from fainting; and as soon as I got my
  breath I managed to drag myself from under him。 Thank heavens; his great
  teeth had not crushed my thigh…bone; but I was losing a great deal of blood;
  and had it not been for the timely arrival of Tom; with whose aid I got the
  handkerchief from my wrist and tied it round my leg; twisting it tight with
  a stick; I think that I should have bled to death。
  〃Well; it was a just reward for my folly in trying to tackle a family of
  lions single…handed。 The odds were too long。 I have been lame ever since;
  and shall be to my dying day; in the month of March the wound always
  troubles me a great deal; and every three years it breaks out raw。 I need
  scarcely add that I never traded the lot of ivory at Sikukuni's。 Another man
  got   ita   Germanand   made   five   hundred   pounds   out   of   it   after   paying
  expenses。   I   spent   the   next   month   on   the   broad   of   my   back;   and   was   a
  cripple for six months after that。 And now I've told you the yarn; so I will
  have a drop of Hollands and go to bed。〃
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  KING BEMBA'S POINT A WEST
  AFRICAN STORY
  BY J。 LANDERS
  We were for the most part a queer lot out on that desolate southwest
  African coast; in charge of the various trading stations that were scattered
  along   the   coast;   from   the   Gaboon   River;   past   the   mouth   of   the   mighty
  Congo; to the Portuguese city of St。 Paul de Loanda。 A mixture of all sorts;
  especially   bad   sorts:   broken…down   clerks;   men   who   could   not   succeed
  anywhere else; sailors; youths; and some whose characters would not have
  borne any investigation; and we very nearly all drank hard; and those who
  didn't drink hard took more than was good for them。
  I don't know exactly what induced me to go out there。 I was young for
  one    thing;   the  country    was   unknown;      the  berth   was    vacant;   and   the
  conditions of it easy。
  Imagine a high rocky point or headland; stretching out sideways into
  the   sea;   and   at   its   base   a   small   river   winding   into   a   country   that   was
  seemingly a blank in regard to inhabitants or cultivation; a land continuing
  for   miles   and   miles;   as   far   as   the   eye   could   see;   one   expanse   of   long
  yellow grass; dotted here and there with groups of bastard palms。 In front
  of the headland rolled the lonely South Atlantic; and; as if such conditions
  were   not   dispiriting   enough   to   existence   upon   the   Point;   there   was   yet
  another feature which at times gave the place a still more ghastly look。 A
  long    way    off  the  shore;   the   heaving    surface   of   the  ocean    began;   in
  anything like bad weather; to break upon the shoals of the coast。 Viewed
  from   the   top   of   the   rock;   the   sea   at   such   times   looked;   for   at   least   two
  miles   out;  as   if   it   were   scored   over   with lines   of   white   foam;   but   lower
  down; near the beach; each roller could be distinctly seen; and each roller
  had a curve of many feet; and was an enormous mass of water that hurled
  itself shoreward until it curled and broke。
  When I first arrived on the Point there was; I may say; only one house
  upon it; and that belonged to Messrs。 Flint Brothers; of Liverpool。 It was
  occupied by one solitary man named Jackson; he had had an assistant; but
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  the assistant had died of fever; and I was sent to replace him。 Jackson was
  a   man   of   fifty  at   least;  who   had been   a   sailor before   he had   become   an
  African   trader。   His   face   bore   testimony  to   the   winds   and   weather   it   had
  encountered; and wore habitually a grave; if n