the land of footprints-第50部分
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This weapon； powerful and accurate as it is； the best of the lot for lions； was altogether too small for the tremendous brute before me。 However； the Holland was in camp； and I was very glad in the circumstances to get this。 The buffalo had browsed slowly forward into the clear； and was now taking the top off a small bush； and facing half away from us。 It seemed to me quite the largest buffalo I had ever seen； though I should have been willing to have acknowledged at that moment that the circumstances had something to do with the estimate。 However； later we found that the impression was correct。 He was verily a giant of his kind。 His height at the shoulder was five feet ten inches； and his build was even chunkier than the usual solid robust pattern of buffaloes。 For example； his neck； just back of the horns； was two feet eight inches thick！ He weighed not far from three thousand pounds。
Once the rifle was in my hands I lost the feeling of utter helplessness； and began to plan the best way out of the situation。 As yet the beast was totally unconscious of our presence； but that could not continue long。 There were too many men about。 A chance current of air from any one of a half dozen directions could not fail to give him the scent。 Then there would be lively doings。 It was exceedingly desirable to deliver the first careful blow of the engagement while he was unaware。 On the other hand； his present attitude…half away from me…was not favourable； nor； in my exposed position dared I move to a better place。 There seemed nothing better than to wait； so wait we did。 Mavrouki crouched close at my elbow； showing not the faintest indication of a desire to be anywhere but there。
The buffalo browsed for a minute or so； then swung slowly broadside on。 So massive and low were the bosses of his horns that the brain shot was impossible。 Therefore I aimed low in the shoulder。 The shock of the bullet actually knocked that great beast off his feet！ My respect for the hitting power of the 405 went up several notches。 The only trouble was that he rebounded like a rubber ball。 Without an instant's hesitation I gave him another in the same place。 This brought him to his knees for an instant； but he was immediately afoot again。 Billy had； with great good sense and courage； continued to lie absolutely flat within a few yards of the beast； Mavrouki and I had kept low； and C。 and the men were out of sight。 The buffalo therefore had seen none of his antagonists。 He charged at a guess； and guessed wrong。 As he went by I fired at his head； and； as we found out afterward； broke his jaw。 A moment later C。's great elephant gun roared from somewhere behind me as he fired by a glimpse through the brush at the charging animal。 It was an excellent snapshot； and landed back of the ribs。
When the buffalo broke through the screen of brush I dashed after him； for I thought our only chance of avoiding danger lay in keeping close track of where that buffalo went。 On the other side the bushes I found a little grassy opening； and then a small but dense thicket into which the animal had plunged。 To my left； C。 was running up； followed closely by Billy； who； with her usual good sense； had figured out the safest place to be immediately back of the guns。 We came together at the thicket's edge。
The animal's movements could be plainly followed by the sound of his crashing。 We heard him dash away some distance； pause； circle a bit to the right； and then come rushing back in our direction。 Stooping low we peered into the darkness of the thicket。 Suddenly we saw him； not a dozen yards away。 He was still afoot； but very slow。 I dropped the magazine of five shots into him as fast as I could work the lever。 We later found all the bullet…holes in a spot as big as the palm of your hand。 These successive heavy blows delivered all in the same place were too much for even his tremendous vitality； and slowly he sank on his side。
XXVI。 JUJA
Most people have heard of Juja； the modern dwelling in the heart of an African wilderness； belonging to our own countryman； Mr。 W。 N。 McMillan。 If most people are as I was before I saw the place； they have considerable curiosity and no knowledge of what it is and how it looks。
We came to Juja at the end of a wide circle that had lasted three months； and was now bringing us back again toward our starting point。 For five days we had been camped on top a high bluff at the junction of two rivers。 When we moved we dropped down the bluff； crossed one river； and； after some searching； found our way up the other bluff。 There we were on a vast plain bounded by mountains thirty miles away。 A large white and unexpected sign told us we were on Juja Farm； and warned us that we should be careful of our fires in the long grass。
For an hour we plodded slowly along。 Herds of zebra and hartebeeste drew aside before us； dark heavy wildebeeste…the gnu…stood in groups at a safe distance their heads low； looking exactly like our vanished bison； ghostlike bands of Thompson's gazelles glided away with their smooth regular motion。 On the vast and treeless plains single small objects standing above the general uniformity took an exaggerated value； so that； before it emerged from the swirling heat mirage； a solitary tree might easily be mistaken for a group of buildings or a grove。 Finally； however； we raised above the horizon a dark straight clump of trees。 It danced in the mirage； and blurred and changed form； but it persisted。 A strange patch of white kept appearing and disappearing again。 This resolved itself into the side of a building。 A spider…legged water tower appeared above the trees。
Gradually we drew up on these。 A bit later we swung to the right around a close wire fence ten feet high； passed through a gate； and rode down a long slanting avenue of young trees。 Between the trees were century plants and flowers； and a clipped border ran before them。 The avenue ended before a low white bungalow； with shady verandas all about it； and vines。 A formal flower garden lay immediately about it； and a very tall flag pole had been planted in front。 A hundred feet away the garden dropped off steep to one of the deep river canyons。
Two white…robed Somalis appeared on the veranda to inform us that McMillan was off on safari。 Our own boys approaching at this moment； we thereupon led them past the house； down another long avenue of trees and flowers； out into an open space with many buildings at its edges； past extensive stables； and through another gate to the open plains once more。 Here we made camp。 After lunch we went back to explore。
Juja is situated on the top of a high bluff overlooking a river。 In all directions are tremendous grass plains。 Donya Sabuk…the Mountain of Buffaloes…is the only landmark nearer than the dim mountains beyond the edge of the world； and that is a day's journey away。 A rectangle of possibly forty acres has been enclosed on three sides by animal…proof wire fence。 The fourth side is the edge of the bluff。 Within this enclosure have been planted many trees； now of good size； a pretty garden with abundance of flowers； ornamental shrubs； a sundial； and lawns。 In the river bottom land below the bluff is a very extensive vegetable and fruit garden； with cornfields； and experimental plantings of rubber； and the like。 For the use of the people of Juja here are raised a great variety and abundance of vegetables； fruits； and grains。
Juja House； as has been said； stands back a hundred feet from a bend in the bluffs that permits a view straight up the river valley。 It is surrounded by gardens and trees； and occupies all one end of the enclosed rectangle。 Farther down and perched on the edge of a bluff； are several pretty little bungalows for the accommodation of the superintendent and his family； for the bachelors' mess； for the farm offices and dispensary； and for the dairy room； the ice…plant and the post…office and telegraph station。 Back of and inland from this row on the edge of the cliff； and scattered widely in open space； are a large store stocked with everything on earth； the Somali quarters of low whitewashed buildings； the cattle corrals； the stables； wild animal cages； granaries； blacksmith and carpenter shops； wagon sheds and the like。 Outside the enclosure； and a half mile away； are the conical grass huts that make up the native village。 Below the cliff is a concrete dam； an electric light plant； a pumping plant and a few details of the sort。
Such is a relief map of Juja proper。 Four miles away； and on another river； is Long Juja； a strictly utilitarian affair where grow ostriches； cattle； sheep； and various irrigated things in the bottom land。 All the rest of the farm； or estate； or whatever one would call it； is open plain； with here and there a river bottom； or a trifle of brush cover。 But never enough to constitute more than an isolated and lonesome patch。
Before leaving London we had received from McMillan earnest assurances that he kept open house； and that we must take advantage of his hospitality should we happen his way。 Therefore when one of his white…robed Somalis approached us to inquire respectfully as to what we wanted for dinner； we yielded weakly to the temptation and told him。 Then we marched us bold
