the land of footprints-第27部分
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
Throughout the first part of the trip he had applied himself to business and carried his load。 He never made trouble。 Then he and his companion saw five lions； and the chance Fundi had evidently long been awaiting came to his hand。 He ran himself almost into coma； exhibited himself game； and so fell under our especial and distinguished notice。 After participating whole…heartedly in the lion dance he and his companion were singled out for Our Distinguished Favour； to the extent of five rupees per。 Thus far Fundi's history reads just like the history of any ordinary Captain of Industry。
Next morning； after the interesting ceremony of rewarding the worthy； we moved on to a new camp。 When the line…up was called for； lo！ there stood Fundi； without a load； but holding firmly my double…barrelled rifle。 Evidently he had seized the chance of favour…and the rifle…and intended to be no longer a porter but a second gunbearer。
This looked interesting； so we said nothing。 Fundi marched the day through very proudly。 At evening he deposited the rifle in the proper place； and set to work with a will at raising the big tent。
The day following he tried it again。 It worked。 The third day he marched deliberately up past the syce to take his place near me。 And the fourth day； as we were going hunting； Fundi calmly fell in with the rest。 Nothing had been said； but Fundi had definitely grasped his chance to rise from the ranks。 In this he differed from his companion in glory。 That worthy citizen pocketed his five rupees and was never heard from again； I do not even remember his name nor how he looked。
I killed a buck of some sort； and Memba Sasa； as usual； stepped forward to attend to the trophy。 But I stopped him。
〃Fundi；〃 said I； 〃if you are a gunbearer； prepare this beast。〃
He stepped up confidently and set to work。 I watched him closely。 He did it very well； without awkwardness； though he made one or two minor mistakes in method。
〃Have you done this before？〃 I inquired。
〃No； bwana。〃
〃How did you learn to do it？〃
〃I have watched the gunbearers when I was a porter bringing in meat。〃*
*Except in the greatest emergencies a gunbearer would never think of carrying any sort of a burden。
This was pleasing； but it would never do； at this stage of the game； to let him think so； neither on his own account nor that of the real gunbearers。
〃You will bring in meat today also；〃 said I； for I was indeed a little shorthanded； 〃and you will learn how to make the top incision straighter。〃
When we had reached camp I handed him the Springfield。
〃Clean this；〃 I told him。
He departed with it； returning it after a time for my inspection。 It looked all right。 I catechized him on the method he had employed…for high velocities require very especial treatment…and found him letter perfect。
〃You learned this also by watching？〃
〃Yes； bwana； I watched the gunbearers by the fire； evenings。〃
Evidently Fundi had been preparing for his chance。
Next day； as he walked alongside； I noticed that he had not removed the leather cap； or sight protector； that covers the end of the rifle and is fastened on by a leather thong。 Immediately I called a halt。
〃Fundi；〃 said I； 〃do you know that the cover should be in your pocket？ Suppose a rhinoceros jumps up very near at hand： how can you get time to unlace the thong and hand me the rifle？〃
He thrust the rifle at me suddenly。 In some magical fashion the sight cover had disappeared！
〃I have thought of this；〃 said he； 〃and I have tied the thong； so； in order that it come away with one pull； and I snatch it off； so； with my left hand while I am giving you the gun with my right hand。 It seemed good to keep the cover on； for there are many branches； and the sight is very easy to injure。〃
Of course this was good sense； and most ingenious； Fundi bade fair to be quite a boy； but the native African is very easily spoiled。 Therefore； although my inclination was strongly to praise him； I did nothing of the sort。
〃A gunbearer carries the gun away from the branches；〃 was my only comment。
Shortly after occurred an incident by way of deeper test。 We were all riding rather idly along the easy slope below the foothills。 The grass was short； so we thought we could see easily everything there was to be seen； but； as we passed some thirty yards from a small tree； an unexpected and unnecessary rhinoceros rose from an equally unexpected and unnecessary green hollow beneath the tree； and charged us。 He made straight for Billy。 Her mule； panic…stricken； froze with terror in spite of Billy's attack with a parasol。 I spurred my own animal between her and the charging brute； with some vague idea of slipping off the other side as the rhino struck。 F。 and B。 leaped from their own animals； and F。； with a little 。28 calibre rifle； took a hasty shot at the big brute。 Now； of course a 。28 calibre rifle would hardly injure a rhino； but the bullet happened to catch his right shoulder just as he was about to come down on his right foot。 The shock tripped him up as neatly as though he had been upset by a rope。 At the same instant Billy's mule came to its senses and bolted； whereupon I too jumped off。 The whole thing took about two finger snaps of time。 At the instant I hit the ground； Fundi passed the double rifle across the horse's back to me。
Note two things to the credit of Fundi： in the first place； he had not bolted； in the second place； instead of running up to the left side of my mount and perhaps colliding with and certainly confusing me； he had come up on the right side and passed the rifle to me ACROSS the horse。 I do not know whether or not he had figured this out beforehand； but it was cleverly done。
The rhinoceros rolled over and over； like a shot rabbit； kicked for a moment； and came to his feet。 We were now all ready for him； in battle array； but he had evidently had enough。 He turned at right angles and trotted off； apparently…and probably…none the worse for the little bullet in his shoulder。
Fundi now began acquiring things that he supposed befitting to his dignity。 The first of these matters was a faded fez； in which he stuck a long feather。 From that he progressed in worldly wealth。 How he got it all； on what credit； or with what hypnotic power； I do not know。 Probably he hypothecated his wages； certainly he had his five rupees。
At any rate he started out with a ragged undershirt and a pair of white； baggy breeches。 He entered Nairobi at the end of the trip with a cap； a neat khaki shirt； two water bottles； a cartridge belt； a sash with a tasseI； a pair of spiral puttees； an old pair of shoes； and a personal private small boy； picked up en route from some of the savage tribes； to carry his cooking pot； make his fires； draw his water； and generally perform his lordly behests。 This was indeed 〃more…than…oriental…splendour！〃
》From now on Fundi considered himself my second gunbearer。 I had no use for him； but Fundi's development interested me； and I wanted to give him a chance。 His main fault at first was eagerness。 He had to be rapped pretty sharply and a good number of times before he discovered that he really must walk in the rear。 His habit of calling my attention to perfectly obvious things I cured by liberal sarcasm。 His intense desire to take his own line as perhaps opposed to mine when we were casting about on trail； I abated kindly but firmly with the toe of my boot。 His evident but mistaken tendency to consider himself on an equality with Memba Sasa we both squelched by giving him the hard and dirty work to do。 But his faults were never those of voluntary omission； and he came on surprisingly； in fact so surprisingly that he began to get quite cocky over it。 Not that he was ever in the least aggressive or disrespectful or neglectful…it would have been easy to deal with that sort of thing…but he carried his head pretty high； and evidently began to have mental reservations。 Fundi needed a little wholesome discipline。 He was forgetting his porter days； and was rapidly coming to consider himself a full…fledged gunbearer。
The occasion soon arose。 We were returning from a buffalo hunt and ran across two rhinoceroses； one of which carried a splendid horn。 B。 wanted a well developed specimen very much； so we took this chance。 The approach was easy enough； and at seventy yards or so B。 knocked her flat with a bullet from his 。465 Holland。 The beast was immediately afoot； but was as promptly smothered by shots from us all。 So far the affair was very simple； but now came complication。 The second rhinoceros refused to leave。 We did not want to kill it； so we spent a lot of time and pains shooing it away。 We showered rocks and clods of earth in his direction； we yelled sharply and whistled shrilly。 The brute faced here and there； his pig eyes blinking； his snout upraised； trying to locate us； and declining to budge。 At length he gave us up as hopeless； and trotted away slowly。 We let him go； and when we thought he had quite departed； we approached to examine B。's trophy。
Whereupon the other craftily returned； and charged us； snorting like an engine blowing off steam。 This was a genuine premeditated charge； as opposed to a blind rush； and it is offered as a good example of the so
