the land of footprints-第3部分
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shion of the baboon aristocracy stepped out； looked around； and bounded forward。 Other old men followed him； and then the young men； and a miscellaneous lot of half…grown youngsters。 The ladies brought up the rear； with the babies。 These rode their mothers' backs； clinging desperately while they leaped along； for all the world like the pathetic monkey 〃jockeys〃 one sees strapped to the backs of big dogs in circuses。 When they had approached to within fifty yards； remarked 〃hullo！〃 to them。 Instantly they all stopped。 Those in front stood up on their hind legs； those behind clambered to points of vantage on rocks and the tops of small bushes： They all took a good long look at me。 Then they told me what they thought about me personally； the fact of my being there； and the rude way I had startled them。 Their remarks were neither complimentary nor refined。 The old men； in especial； got quite profane； and screamed excited billingsgate。 Finally they all stopped at once； dropped on all fours； and loped away； their ridiculous long tails curved in a half arc。 Then for the first time I noticed that； under cover of the insults； the women and children had silently retired。 Once more I was left to the familiar gentle bird calls； and the vast silence of the wilderness beyond。
The second picture； also； was a view from a height； but of a totally different character。 It was also； perhaps； more typical of a greater part of East Equatorial Africa。 Four of us were hunting lions with natives…both wild and tame…and a scratch pack of dogs。 More of that later。 We had rummaged around all the morning without any results； and now at noon had climbed to the top of a butte to eat lunch and look abroad。
Our butte ran up a gentle but accelerating slope to a peak of big rounded rocks and slabs sticking out boldly from the soil of the hill。 We made ourselves comfortable each after his fashion。 The gunbearers leaned against rocks and rolled cigarettes。 The savages squatted on their heels； planting their spears ceremonially in front of them。 One of my friends lay on his back； resting a huge telescope over his crossed feet。 With this he purposed seeing any lion that moved within ten miles。 None of the rest of us could ever make out anything through the fearsome weapon。 Therefore； relieved from responsibility by the presence of this Dreadnaught of a 'scope； we loafed and looked about us。 This is what we saw：
Mountains at our backs； of course…at some distance； then plains in long low swells like the easy rise and fall of a tropical sea； wave after wave； and over the edge of the world beyond a distant horizon。 Here and there on this plain； single hills lay becalmed； like ships at sea； some peaked； some cliffed like buttes； some long and low like the hulls of battleships。 The brown plain flowed up to wash their bases； liquid as the sea itself； its tides rising in the coves of the hills； and ebbing in the valleys between。 Near at hand； in the middle distance； far away； these fleets of the plain sailed； until at last hull…down over the horizon their topmasts disappeared。 Above them sailed too the phantom fleet of the clouds； shot with light； shining like silver； airy as racing yachts； yet casting here and there exaggerated shadows below。
The sky in Africa is always very wide； greater than any other skies。 Between horizon and horizon is more space than any other world contains。 It is as though the cup of heaven had been pressed a little flatter； so that while the boundaries have widened； the zenith； with its flaming sun； has come nearer。 And yet that is not a constant quantity either。 I have seen one edge of the sky raised straight up a few million miles； as though some one had stuck poles under its corners； so that the western heaven did not curve cup…wise over to the horizon at all as it did everywhere else； but rather formed the proscenium of a gigantic stage。 On this stage they had piled great heaps of saffron yellow clouds； and struck shafts of yellow light； and filled the spaces with the lurid portent of a storm…while the twenty thousand foot mountains below； crouched whipped and insignificant to the earth。
We sat atop our butte for an hour while H。 looked through his 'scope。 After the soft silent immensity of the earth； running away to infinity； with its low waves； and its scattered fleet of hills； it was with difficulty that we brought our gaze back to details and to things near at hand。 Directly below us we could make out many different…hued specks。 Looking closely； we could see that those specks were game animals。 They fed here and there in bands of from ten to two hundred； with valleys and hills between。 Within the radius of the eye they moved； nowhere crowded in big herds； but everywhere present。 A band of zebras grazed the side of one of the earth waves； a group of gazelles walked on the skyline； a herd of kongoni rested in the hollow between。 On the next rise was a similar grouping； across the valley a new variation。 As far as the eye could strain its powers it could make out more and ever more beasts。 I took up my field glasses； and brought them all to within a sixth of the distance。 After amusing myself for some time in watching them； I swept the glasses farther on。 Still the same animals grazing on the hills and in the hollows。 I continued to look； and to look again； until even the powerful prismatic glasses failed to show things big enough to distinguish。 At the limit of extreme vision I could still make out game； and yet more game。 And as I took my glasses from my eyes； and realized how small a portion of this great land…sea I had been able to examine； as I looked away to the ship…hills hull…down over the horizon； and realized that over all that extent fed the Game； the ever…new wonder of Africa for the hundredth time filled my mind…the teeming fecundity of her bosom。
〃Look here；〃 said H。 without removing his eye from the 'scope； 〃just beyond the edge of that shadow to the left of the bushes in the donga…I've been watching them ten minutes； and I can't make 'em out yet。 They're either hyenas acting mighty queer； or else two lionesses。〃
We snatched our glasses and concentrated on that important detail。
To catch the third experience you must have journeyed with us across the 〃Thirst；〃 as the natives picturesquely name the waterless tract of two days and a half。 Our very start had been delayed by a breakage of some Dutch…sounding essential to our ox wagon； caused by the confusion of a night attack by lions： almost every night we had lain awake as long as we could to enjoy the deep…breathed grumbling or the vibrating roars of these beasts。 Now at last； having pushed through the dry country to the river in the great plain； we were able to take breath from our mad hurry； and to give our attention to affairs beyond the limits of mere expediency。 One of these was getting Billy a shot at a lion。
Billy had never before wanted to shoot anything except a python。 Why a python we could not quite fathom。 Personally； I think she had some vague idea of getting even for that Garden of Eden affair。 But lately； pythons proving scarcer than in that favoured locality； she had switched to a lion。 She wanted； she said； to give the skin to her sister。 In vain we pointed out that a zebra hide was very decorative； that lions go to absurd lengths in retaining possession of their own skins； and other equally convincing facts。 It must be a lion or nothing； so naturally we had to make a try。
There are several ways of getting lions； only one of which is at all likely to afford a steady pot shot to a very small person trying to manipulate an over…size gun。 That is to lay out a kill。 The idea is to catch the lion at it in the early morning before he has departed for home。 The best kill is a zebra： first； because lions like zebra； second； because zebra are fairly large； third； because zebra are very numerous。
Accordingly； after we had pitched camp just within a fringe of mimosa trees and of red…flowering aloes near the river； had eaten lunch； smoked a pipe and issued necessary orders to the men； C。 and I set about the serious work of getting an appropriate bait in an appropriate place。
The plains stretched straight away from the river bank to some indefinite and unknown distance to the south。 A low range of mountains lay blue to the left； and a mantle of scrub thornbush closed the view to the right。 This did not imply that we could see far straight ahead； for the surface of the plain rose slowly to the top of a swell about two miles away。 Beyond it reared a single butte peak at four or five times that distance。
We stepped from the fringe of red aloes and squinted through the dancing heat shimmer。 Near the limit of vision showed a very faint glimmering whitish streak。 A newcomer to Africa would not have looked at it twice： nevertheless； it could be nothing but zebra。 These gaudily marked beasts take queer aspects even on an open plain。 Most often they show pure white； sometimes a jet black； only when within a few hundred yards does one distinguish the stripes。 Almost always they are very easily made out。 Only when very distant and in heat shimmer； or in certain half lights of evening； does their so…called 〃protective colouration〃 seem to be in working order；
