the land of footprints-第4部分
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half lights of evening； does their so…called 〃protective colouration〃 seem to be in working order； and even then they are always quite visible to the least expert hunter's scrutiny。
It is not difficult to kill a zebra； though sometimes it has to be done at a fairly long range。 If all you want is meat for the porters； the matter is simple enough。 But when you require bait for a lion； that； is another affair entirely。 In the first place； you must be able to stalk within a hundred yards of your kill without being seen； in the second place； you must provide two or three good lying…down places for your prospective trophy within fifteen yards of the carcass…and no more than two or three； in the third place； you must judge the direction of the probable morning wind； and must be able to approach from leeward。 It is evidently pretty good luck to find an accommodating zebra in just such a spot。 It is a matter of still greater nicety to drop him absolutely in his tracks。 In a case of porters' meat it does not make any particular difference if he runs a hundred yards before he dies。 With lion bait even fifty yards makes all the difference in the world。
C。 and I talked it over and resolved to press Scallywattamus into service。 Scallywattamus is a small white mule who is firmly convinced that each and every bush in Africa conceals a mule…eating rhinoceros； and who does not intend to be one of the number so eaten。 But we had noticed that at times zebra would be so struck with the strange sight of Scallywattamus carrying a man； that they would let us get quite close。 C。 was to ride Scallywattamus while I trudged along under his lee ready to shoot。
We set out through the heat shimmer； gradually rising as the plain slanted。 Imperceptibly the camp and the trees marking the river's course fell below us and into the heat haze。 In the distance； close to the stream； we made out a blurred； brown…red solid mass which we knew for Masai cattle。 Various little Thompson's gazelles skipped away to the left waggling their tails vigorously and continuously as Nature long since commanded 〃Tommies〃 to do。 The heat haze steadied around the dim white line； so we could make out the individual animals。 There were plenty of them； dozing in the sun。 A single tiny treelet broke the plain just at the skyline of the rise。 C。 and I talked low…voiced as we went along。 We agreed that the tree was an excellent landmark to come to； that the little rise afforded proper cover； and that in the morning the wind would in all likelihood blow toward the river。 There were perhaps twenty zebra near enough to the chosen spot。 Any of them would do。
But the zebra did not give a hoot for Scallywattamus。 At five hundred yards three or four of them awoke with a start； stared at us a minute； and moved slowly away。 They told all the zebra they happened upon that the three idiots approaching were at once uninteresting and dangerous。 At four hundred and fifty yards a half dozen more made off at a trot。 At three hundred and fifty yards the rest plunged away at a canter…all but one。 He remained to stare； but his tail was up； and we knew he only stayed because he knew he could easily catch up in the next twenty seconds。
The chance was very slim of delivering a knockout at that distance； but we badly needed meat； anyway； after our march through the Thirst； so I tried him。 We heard the well…known plunk of the bullet； but down went his head； up went his heels； and away went he。 We watched him in vast disgust。 He cavorted out into a bare open space without cover of any sort； and then flopped over。 I thought I caught a fleeting grin of delight on Mavrouki's face； but he knew enough instantly to conceal his satisfaction over sure meat。
There were now no zebra anywhere near； but since nobody ever thinks of omitting any chances in Africa； I sneaked up to the tree and took a perfunctory look。 There stood another； providentially absent…minded； zebra！
We got that one。 Everybody was now happy。 The boys raced over to the first kill； which soon took its dismembered way toward camp。 C。 and I carefully organized our plan of campaign。 We fixed in our memories the exact location of each and every bush； we determined compass direction from camp； and any other bearings likely to prove useful in finding so small a spot in the dark。 Then we left a boy to keep carrion birds off until sunset； and returned home。
We were out in the morning before even the first sign of dawn。 Billy rode her little mule； C。 and I went afoot； Memba Sasa accompanied us because he could see whole lions where even C。's trained eye could not make out an ear； and the syce went along to take care of the mule。 The heavens were ablaze with the thronging stars of the tropics； so we found we could make out the skyline of the distant butte over the rise of the plains。 The earth itself was a pool of absolute blackness。 We could not see where we were placing our feet； and we were continually bringing up suddenly to walk around an unexpected aloe or thornbush。 The night was quite still； but every once in a while from the blackness came rustlings； scamperings； low calls； and once or twice the startled barking of zebra very near at hand。 The latter sounded as ridiculous as ever。 It is one of the many incongruities of African life that Nature should have given so large and so impressive a creature the petulant yapping of an exasperated Pomeranian lap dog。 At the end of three quarters of an hour of more or less stumbling progress； we made out against the sky the twisted treelet that served as our landmark。 Billy dismounted； turned the mule over to the syce； and we crept slowly forward until within a guessed two or three hundred yards of our kill。
Nothing remained now but to wait for the daylight。 It had already begun to show。 Over behind the distant mountains some one was kindling the fires； and the stars were flickering out。 The splendid ferocity of the African sunrise was at hand。 Long bands of slate dark clouds lay close along the horizon； and behind them glowed a heart of fire； as on a small scale the lamplight glows through a metal…worked shade。 On either side the sky was pale green…blue； translucent and pure； deep as infinity itself。 The earth was still black； and the top of the rise near at hand was clear edged。 On that edge； and by a strange chance accurately in the centre of illumination； stood the uncouth massive form of a shaggy wildebeeste； his head raised； staring to the east。 He did not move； nothing of that fire and black world moved； only instant by instant it changed； swelling in glory toward some climax until one expected at any moment a fanfare of trumpets； the burst of triumphant culmination。
Then very far down in the distance a lion roared。 The wildebeeste； without moving； bellowed back an answer or a defiance。 Down in the hollow an ostrich boomed。 Zebra barked； and several birds chirped strongly。 The tension was breaking not in the expected fanfare and burst of triumphal music； but in a manner instantly felt to be more fitting to what was indeed a wonder； but a daily wonder for all that。 At one and the same instant the rim of the sun appeared and the wildebeeste； after the sudden habit of his kind； made up his mind to go。 He dropped his head and came thundering down past us at full speed。 Straight to the west he headed； and so disappeared。 We could hear the beat of his hoofs dying into the distance。 He had gone like a Warder of the Morning whose task was finished。 On the knife…edged skyline appeared the silhouette of slim…legged little Tommies； flirting their rails； sniffing at the dewy grass； dainty； slender； confiding； the open…day antithesis of the tremendous and awesome lord of the darkness that had roared its way to its lair； and to the massive shaggy herald of morning that had thundered down to the west。
III。 THE CENTRAL PLATEAU
Now is required a special quality of the imagination； not in myself； but in my readers； for it becomes necessary for them to grasp the logic of a whole country in one mental effort。 The difficulties to me are very real。 If I am to tell you it all in detail； your mind becomes confused to the point of mingling the ingredients of the description。 The resultant mental picture is a composite； it mixes localities wide apart； it comes out； like the snake…creeper…swamp…forest thing of grammar…school South America； an unreal and deceitful impression。 If； on the other hand； I try to give you a bird's…eye view…saying； here is plain； and there follows upland； and yonder succeed mountains and hills…you lose the sense of breadth and space and the toil of many days。 The feeling of onward outward extending distance is gone； and that impression so indispensable to finite understanding…〃here am I； and what is beyond is to be measured by the length of my legs and the toil of my days。〃 You will not stop long enough on my plains to realize their physical extent nor their influence on the human soul。 If I mention them in a sentence； you dismiss them in a thought。 And that is something the plains themselves refuse to permit you to do。 Yet sometimes one must become a guide…book； and bespeak his reader's imagination。
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