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Andrew A. Anderson. Twenty-Five Years in a Waggon in South Africa: Sport and Travel in South Africa
Twenty-Five Years in a Waggon in South Africa: Sport and Travel in South Africa
Table of Contents
"Sport and Travel in South Africa"
Preface
Chapter One
In Natal—Preparing for my long-promised explorations into the far interior
Chapter Two
My first start across the Drakensberg Mountains—Visit Harrysmith, Wakkerstroom, Utrich, Newcastle, Home
Chapter Three
Final departure for the unknown land—The happy hunting-ground
Chapter Four
The native country north of the Vaal river
Chapter Five
On Griqualand West, the Griquas, Korannas, Bushmen, and Diamond-Fields
Chapter Six
The Bechuana family—Their division into tribes—Their past and present condition
Chapter Seven
Bechuanaland. The territory of the chief Montsioa, of the Baralongs
Chapter Eight
The chief Gaseitaive’s territory of the Bangwaketse family of the Bechuanas
Chapter Nine
The chief Sechele of the Bakwana tribe of the Bechuana family
Chapter Ten
The chief Khama’s territory of the Bakalihari tribe of the Bechuana family
Chapter Eleven
The Chief Molemo
Chapter Twelve
The Kalahara Desert. The Northern Division in the Zambese Basin
The Southern and Western Portion of the Kalahara, within the Orange River Basin, the Waters of which fall into the South Atlantic Ocean
Chapter Thirteen
Great Namaqualand
Chapter Fourteen
Damaraland. South Central Africa
Chapter Fifteen
Ovampoland. South Central Africa
Chapter Sixteen
The Transvaal Republic
Chapter Seventeen
A brief historical sketch of the Transvaal from 1825 to 1877
Chapter Eighteen
The physical geography of the Transvaal, and other subjects, continued
Chapter Nineteen
General remarks on the Transvaal
Chapter Twenty
South Central Africa—Its territorial divisions and boundaries. The River System and their Basins
The Zambese System, Covering an Area of 860,000 Square Miles
The Limpopo River Basin, Covering an Area of 620,000 Square Miles
The Orange and Vaal River System, and the Ancient River System of the Kalahara Desert, Covering an Area of 520,000 Square Miles
Chapter Twenty One
The region north of the Transvaal under Lo-Bengulu, the Matabele king. Its physical geography and notes on my explanations. Within the Limpopo Basin
Chapter Twenty Two
The physical geography of that part of the Mashona and Matabeleland on the north of the watershed dividing the Zambese and Limpopo basins, under the rule of the Matabele king, with notes on my explorations in the Zambese basin
Chapter Twenty Three
Mashona and Matabeleland continued, with notes on the country and people, which is within the Zambese basin
Chapter Twenty Four
The physical geographical features of that region, lying between the Matabele and Mashona country, and the Indian Ocean, now under the rule of the chief Umzela and other chiefs
Chapter Twenty Five
The Portuguese possessions on the east coast, within South Central Africa
Chapter Twenty Six
A cursory glance at those ports of South Africa that occupy the extreme south of the African continent, south of South Central Africa
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Andrew A. Anderson
Published by Good Press, 2021
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“The waggon had been gone half-an-hour when they heard the rattling of wheels in a manner which made them think that the oxen must have had a ‘scrick’ (scare) from a lion, as that place is full of them. Mark, who was sleeping alongside the fire, was called up to bring the horses. The lazy fellows there won’t do anything themselves, not even when there is a ‘scrick’ from a lion. They were soon going to render assistance to the waggon, going at a jog trot (even then they did not hurry), when Mark, who was on the front seat, called out, ‘Baas, de esel byt de paarde’ (‘The donkey bites the horse’), and immediately the cart stopped, and a lion was seen clasped round the fore-quarters of the favourite horse. Before the gun was taken up, down went the horse; meanwhile the gun was levelled at the lion, but the cap missed. Another was searched for, but it would not fit, as it was small and the nipple a large military one (so like a Boer!). The lion now was making his meal off the horse, lying at his ease alongside the splash-board, eating the hind-quarter, Botha trying to split a cap to make it fit in vain; so Venter took the gun, and Botha made up powder with spittle to make it stick, and Venter was to take aim and Botha to do the firing with a match. Just as it ignited, the lion sprang right into the cart between them, and gave Venter a wound on the head and scratched his hand with his claw, and bit off a piece of the railing, sending the gun and Mark spinning out of the cart, and with that force that the lion fell down behind the cart. He then came round, as fast as he could, on to the dead horse, and continued his feed; but, not in the same cool manner, but making a growling, like a cat with meat when a dog is near, and now and then giving an awful roar, which made the cart, men, and all shake again. The other horse, which is a miracle, stood quite still, never attempting to budge an inch. After the lion had fed he went away, and Botha got out, intending to unharness the remaining horse, but no sooner was he on the ground than he heard the lion coming on again at full speed. He threw himself into the cart, and the lion stopped in front of the living horse, which tried to escape but was held fast by the pole-chain after breaking the swingle-trees. The lion gave one jump on to the horse, and with one bite behind the ears killed him. Botha was lying on the front seat, with his legs hanging down alongside the splash-board, when the lion came and licked the sweat of his horse off his trousers, but did not bite, Botha remaining quite still, which was the only chance, in the dog-cart from ten o’clock, when first attacked, until near daybreak, when the lion left; you may imagine what Botha felt as he looked at his two valuable hunters. Soon a waggon came along and took on the cart, when their driver told them that, soon after he left, suddenly the oxen bolted for some distance, but luckily in the track, by the driver cracking his whip on both sides of them, which, no doubt, kept off the lion also, who was galloping alongside.” This is a most remarkable case of boldness in a lion, when not wounded.
The South African lions are not nearly so fierce and plucky as the Syrian, and they are often very cowardly. A Hottentot relates that he once came on a lion asleep, and put his elephant “roer” at his ear, when before he fired, he heard klop! klop! and the bullet, which had been secured only by a loose paper wad, rolled down and dropped into the lion’s ear, who jumped up and bolted!
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