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The Leopard Woman

Chapter 2 The Camp

Word Count: 2196    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

s a little band of zebra scrambled away. The borders of this pool were a fascinating palimpsest: the tracks of many sorts of beast had been impressed there in th

ceros, and all the other usual inhabitants of the veldt. But over these their eyes passed lightly. Only three things could here intere

one. He was here this morning. But

ng had stood or wallowed in it. The flavour would be rich of the barnyard, which even a strong infus

op of the bank, and were resting in utter rel

listless slouch that had conserved his strength

wn the river[1] and look for another p

ny water at all, even in occasional p

e other direction?

, and again up the dry stream-bed where, as far as th

late. Soon the lions wi

hed and began to rise to their feet slowly. The short rest had stiffened them and brought home the weariness to their bones. They grumbled and mu

the edge of the bank. The t

e big tent here; the opening in that dir

and most reliable of the men, so that always, even on a straggling march, the tent would arrive first--threw it down at the place

ali-ya-bwana, the tent bearer; and the others methodically took up various tasks. Some began with their _pangas_ to hew a way to the water through the dense thicket that had kept it sweet; others sought firewood; still othe

cork helmet. The day had not only been a hard one, but an anxious one, for this country was new to every member of the l

e at first made probable by the heavy beard. With the helmet pulled low this was late middle age; now bareheaded it was only bearded youth. Nevertheless at the corners of the eyes were ce

nother of the new- born camp's activities. One after ano

said Sanguiki coming fro

," approv

ed Simba, reaching his h

r's tents had completed their circle, and in front of each new smoke was beginning to rise. Cazi Moto glided

vely, aroused himself with an apparent effort, and began to separate it into four piles. He did not handle the m

ng with his foot the heavy "backstraps" and the liver--th

ndo!" h

be arose from one of the little fires and approache

d; then "Monumwezi";

were supplied. The men returned to their fires,

one end. On the floor was a portable canvas bath. While the white man was divesting himself of his accoutrements, Cazi Moto entered bearing

he, and retired, carefully ty

ked into canvas "mosquito boots," with very thin soles. He looked scrubb

d simply of a platter of curry composed of rice and the fresh meat that had been so recently killed that it had not time to get tough. This was supplemented by bread and tea in a tall enamelware vessel known as a _balauri_. Fro

ires before the tiny white tents. The tatterdemalion crew had, after the curious habit of Africans, cast aside its garments, and sat forth in a bronze and savage nakedness. All day long under the blistering sun your safari man will wear all that he hath, even unto the heavy overcoa

yet his day's work was not quite done, and he was unwilling

oto!" h

med, the headman

y, and paused in decision so long tha

s of the next water, or to find the water. See if there are people

_bwa

there

o m

them

raised h

!_" he sum

at them in sile

of the first, a hulking, stupid- looking

h Kingozi understood perfectly, he awaited his headman's repetition

he first time speaking his own tongue. "We'll soon see

eneath the Kavirondo's tongue, gla

tes, "this man is a liar. He is not sick; he

s rolling, shot forth

that he was very sick, but that this medici

e, but magic that tells me when a man has uttered l

b was over and Kingozi had washed his hands, he relighted his pipe and sat back in his chair with a sigh of content. The immediate foreground sank below his

ngs here and there, the stamp of hoofs, sharp snortings as taut nerves stretched. Zebras uttered the absurd small-dog barks peculiar to them; ostriches boomed; jackals yapped; unknown birds uttered hasty wild calls. Numer

arently, a low, vibrating rumble stole out of the night's immensity. It rose and seemed to draw near, growing hollow and great, until the very ground seemed to tremble as though a heavy train w

the other night creatures down--it almost seemed--to the very insects had ceased their calls and cries and chirp

l on the fires, coaxing the flame brighter. A

mba!_" they hissed

had r

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“It was the close of the day. Over the baked veldt of Equatorial Africa a safari marched. The men, in single file, were reduced to the unimportance of moving black dots by the tremendous sweep of the dry country stretching away to a horizon infinitely remote, beyond which lay single mountains, like ships becalmed hull-down at sea. The immensities filled the world-- the simple immensities of sky and land. Only by an effort, a wrench of the mind, would a bystander on the advantage, say, of one of the little rocky, outcropping hills have been able to narrow his vision to details.”
1 Chapter 1 The March2 Chapter 2 The Camp3 Chapter 3 The Rhinoceros4 Chapter 4 The Stranger5 Chapter 5 The Encounter6 Chapter 6 The Leopard Woman7 Chapter 7 The Water-Hole8 Chapter 8 The Thirst9 Chapter 9 On The Plateau10 Chapter 10 The Sultani11 Chapter 11 The Ivory Stockade12 Chapter 12 The Pilocarpin13 Chapter 13 The Tropic Moon14 Chapter 14 Over The Ranges15 Chapter 15 The Sharpening Of The Spear16 Chapter 16 The Murder17 Chapter 17 The Darkness18 Chapter 18 The Leopard Woman Changes Her Spots19 Chapter 19 The Trial20 Chapter 20 Kingozi's Ultimatum21 Chapter 21 The Messengers22 Chapter 22 The Second Messengers23 Chapter 23 The Council Of War24 Chapter 24 M'tela's Country25 Chapter 25 M'tela26 Chapter 26 Waiting27 Chapter 27 The Magic Bone28 Chapter 28 Simba's Adventure29 Chapter 29 Winkleman's Safari Arrives30 Chapter 30 Winkleman Appears31 Chapter 31 Light Again32 Chapter 32 The Colours33 Chapter 33 Curtain