Jock of the Bushveld by Sir Percy Fitzpatrick

Author:Sir Percy Fitzpatrick
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781868424634
Publisher: Jonathan Ball Publishers
Published: 2011-07-18T16:00:00+00:00

In the evening when we returned to camp we found the old fellow there, and heard the story told with the same patient resignation or stoical indifference with which he had told it to the drivers.

The chance seemed good enough, and we decided to go. Leopards were plentiful enough and were often to be heard at night in the kloofs below, but they are extremely wary animals and in the inhabited parts rarely move about by day. However, the marauding habits and the audacity of this fellow were full of promise.

The following afternoon we set off with our guns and blankets, a little food for two days, and the leopard trap. By nightfall we had reached the foot of the Berg by paths and ways which you might think only a baboon could follow.

It was moonlight, and we moved along through the heavily timbered kloofs in single file behind the shadowy figure of the shrivelled old chief. His years seemed no handicap to him, as with long easy soft-footed strides he went on hour after hour.

The air was delightfully cool and sweet with the fresh smells of the woods. The damp carpet of moss and dead leaves dulled the sound of our more blundering steps. Now and again through the thick canopy of evergreens we caught glimpses of the moon, and in odd places the light threw stumps or rocks into quaint relief or turned some tall bare trunk into a ghostly sentinel of the forest.

We had crossed the last of the many mountain streams and reached open ground when the old chief stopped, and pointing to the face of a high krans, said that somewhere up there was a cave which was the leopard’s home, and it was from this safe refuge that he raided the countryside.

We started on again down an easy slope passing through some bush, and at the bottom came on level ground thinly covered with big shady trees and scattered undergrowth. As we walked briskly through the flecked and dappled light and shade, we were startled by the sudden and furious rush of Jess and Jock off the path and away into the scrub on the left; and immediately after there was a grunting noise, a crashing and scrambling, and then one sharp clear yelp of pain from one of the dogs. There were other sounds in the bush – something like a faint scratching, and something like smothered sobbing grunts, but so indistinct as to be more ominous and disquieting than absolute silence.

‘He has killed the dogs,’ the old chief said, in a low voice.

But as he said it there was a rustle in front, and something came out towards us. The guns were up and levelled instantly, but dropped again when we saw it was a dog. Jess came back limping badly and stopping every few paces to shake her head and rub her mouth against her fore-paws. She was in great pain and breathed out faint barely audible whines from time to time.

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