Identifier: wildscenesofhunt00fros (find matches)
Title: Wild scenes of a hunter's life;
Year: 1855 (1850s)
Authors: Frost, John, 1800-1859. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Hunting
Publisher: Boston, Lee and Shepard
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ly worn down with age and the violence of hisdisposition, I determined to bring matters to a crisis ; so, spurringmy horse, I dashed ahead, and rode right in his path. Upon thisthe hideous monster instantly charged me in the most resolutemanner, blowing loudly through his nostrils; and, although Iquickly wheeled about to my left, he followed me at such a furiouspace for several hundred yards, with his horrid horny snout withina few yards of my horses tail, that my little Bushman, who waslooking on in great alarm, thought his masters destruction inevita-ble. It was certainly a very near thing; my horse was extremelyafraid, and exerted his utmost energies on the occasion. The rhi-noceros, however, wheeled about, and continued his former course,and I, being perfectly satisfied with the interview which I hadalready enjoyed with him, had no desire to cultivate his acquaint-ance any further, and accordingly made for camp. We reft thefountain of Bootlonamy the same day, and marched about six
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r fm^ili*Wi;l*lli» AFRICAN GAME. 305 miles through an old gray foresi of mimosas, when we hahed forthe night. Large flocks of Guinea-fowls roosted in the treesaround our encampment, several of which I shot for my supper. On the 23d we inspanned by moonlight, and continued ourmarch through a thinly-wooded, level country. It was a lovelymorning; the sun rose in great splendor, and the sky was beauti-fully overcast with clouds. Having proceeded about ten miles,the country became thickly covered with detached forest treesand groves of wait-a-bit thorns. The guides now informed usthat the water, which is called by the Bechuanas Lepeby,was only a short distance in advance, upon which I saddled steeds,and rode ahead with the Bushman, intending to hunt for an hourbefore breakfast. Presently we reached an open glade in theforest, where I observed a herd of zebras in advance ; and on myleft stood a troop of springboks, with two leopards watching themfrom behind a bush. I rode on, and soon fell

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