Silver Face Mask . His object was to stun the latter by the fall and the more effectually to do this, he would have carried the cobra still higher, had not the latter prevented it by attempting to coil silver face mask itself around his wings. Upon letting fall his prey the serpent eater did not remain in the air. On the contrary, he darted toothpaste face mask after the falling reptile, and the moment the latter touched the ground, and before it could put itself in an attitude of defence, the bird pounced upon it with spread foot, striking it a violent blow near the neck. The snake was still but slightly damaged, and throwing itself into a coil stood upon its defence. Its mouth was opened to its silver face mask widest extent, its tongue protruded, its fangs were erect, and its eyes flashing with rage and poison. A terrible antagonist it appeared, and for a moment the secretary seemed to think so, as he stood on the ground confronting it. But the bird soon began to advance upon it for a renewal of the attack, though this advance was made in a cautious manner. With the pinions of one of his strong wings spread broadly out for a shield, he approached the reptile sideways, and, when near enough, suddenly wheeled, turning upon his leg as on a pivot, and struck sharply out with his other wing. The blow was delivered with good effect. It reached the head of the snake, and seemed to stun it. Its neck drooped, and the coils became loosened. Before it could recover itself it was once more in the full face snorkel mask death beak of the serpent eater, and trailing through the air. This time the bird rose to a much greater height than before as he was not hampered by the writhing of the serpent and as before suffered the reptile to fall, and then darted suddenly after. When the snake came to the ground a second time it lay for a moment stretched at full length, as if stunned or dead. It was not dead, however, and would once more have coiled itself but, before it could do so, the bird had repeatedly pounced upon its neck with his spread and horny feet and at length, watching his opportunity when the head of the serpent lay flat, he struck a blow with his sharp beak so violent, that it split the skull of the reptile in twain Life was now extinct, and the hideous form, extended to its full length, lay lithe and motionless upon the grass. Jan and Tr uuml ey clapped their hands, and uttered exclamations of joy. The serpent eater took no heed of their demonstrations, but, approaching the dead cobra, bent over it, and coolly set about making his dinner. Chapter Forty Six. Totty and the Chacmas. Von Bloom and his family had now been months without bread. They were not without a substitu.removed in fact, such a notch as would have caused the tree to fall had it been left to itself. But it was not, for before advancing so far in his work, Swartboy had taken measures to prevent that. He had stayed the tree by fastening the rheim to its upper branches on the opposite side, and then carrying the rope to the limbs of another tree that stood out in that direction. Thus adjusted, the elephant s tree was only kept from falling by the rheim stay and a slight push, in the direction of the latter, would have thrown over. Swartboy now replaced the section of bark, which he had preserved and after carefully collecting the chips, no one, without close examination, could have told that the tree had ever felt the edge of an axe. Another operation yet remained to be performed that was the planting of the stakes, already prepared by Von Bloom and Hendrik. To set these firmly deep holes had to be made. But Swartboy was just the man to make a hole and in less than ten minutes he had sunk three, each over a foot deep, and not a half inch wider than the thickness of the stakes You may be curious to know how he accomplished this. You would have dug a hole with a spade, and necessarily as wide as the spade itself. But Swartboy had no spade, and would not have used it if there had been one since it would have made the holes too large for his purpose. Swartboy sunk his holes by crowing which process he performed by means of a small pointed stick. With this he first loosened the earth in a circle of the silver face mask proper size. He then took out the detached mould, flung it away, and used the point of the crowing stick as before. Another clearing out of mould, another application of disposable cpr mask the stick and so on, till the narrow hole was deemed of sufficient depth. That was how Swartboy crowed the holes. They were sunk in a kind of triangle near the bottom of the tree, but on the side opposite to that where the elephant would stand, should he occupy his old ground. In each hole Swartboy now set a stake, thick end down and point upwards some small pebbles, and a little mould worked in at the sides, wedged them as firmly as if they had grown there. The stakes were now daubed over with soft earth, to silver face mask conceal the white colour of the wood the remaining chips were picked up, and all traces of the work completely obliterated. This done, the hunters withdraw from the spot. They did not go far but choosing a large bushy tree to leeward, all three climbed up into it, and sat concealed among its branches. The field cornet held his long roer in readiness, and so did Hendrik silver face mask his rifle. In case the ingenious trap of.
, of which the elephant is extremely fond. These he drags out of the ground with his trunk, having first loosened them with his tusks, used as crowbars. At times he fails to effect his purpose and it is only when the ground is loose or wet, as after great rains, that he can uproot the larger kinds of mimosas. Sometimes he is capricious and, after drawing a tree from the ground, he carries it many yards along with him, flings it to the ground, root upwards, and then leaves it, after taking a single mouthful. Destructive to the forest is the passage of a troop of silver face mask elephants Small trees he can tear up with his trunk alone, but to the larger ones he applies the more powerful leverage of his tusks. These he inserts under the roots, imbedded as they usually are in loose sandy earth, and then, with a quick jerk, he tosses roots, trunk, and branches, high into the air, a wonderful exhibition of gigantic power. The hunters saw all these proof s of it, as they followed the spoor. The traces of the elephant s strength were visible all along the route. It was enough to beget fear and awe, and none of them were free from such feelings. With so much disposition to commit havoc and ruin in his moments of quietude, what would such a creature be in the hour of excitement and anger No wonder there was fear in the hearts of the hunters, unpractised as some of them were. Still another consideration had silver face mask its effect upon their minds, particularly on that of the Bushman. There was every reason to believe that the animal was a rover rodeur , what among Indian hunters is termed a rogue. Elephants of this kind are far more dangerous to approach than their fellows. In fact, under ordinary circumstances, there is no more danger in passing through a herd of elephants than there would be in going among a drove of tame oxen. It is only when the elephant has been attacked or wounded, that he becomes a dangerous enemy. With regard to the rover or rogue, the case is quite different. He is habitually vicious and will assail either man or any other animal in sight, and without the slightest provocation. He seems to take a pleasure in destruction, and woe to the creature who crosses his path and is not of lighter heels than himself The rover leads a solitary life, rambling alone through, the forest, and never associating with others of his kind. He appears to be a sort of outlaw from his tribe, banished for bad temper or some other fault, to become more fierce and wicked in his outlawry. There were good reasons for fearing that the elephant they were spooring was a rover. His being alone was of itself a susp.ntot though he is of the same race. He is a Bushman. How came this wild Bushman into the service of the ex field cornet Von Bloom About that there is a little romantic history. Thus Among the savage tribes of Southern Africa there exists a very cruel custom, that of abandoning their silver face mask aged or infirm, and often their sick or wounded, to die in the desert. Children leave their parents behind them, and the wounded are often forsaken by their comrades with no other provision made for them beyond a day s food and a cup of water The Bushman Swartboy had been the victim of this custom. He had been upon a hunting excursion with some of his own kindred, and had been sadly mangled by a lion. His comrades, not expecting him to live, left him portable cpap on the plain to die and most certainly would he have perished had it not been for our field cornet. The latter, as he was trekking over the plains, found the wounded Bushman, lifted him into his wagon, carried him on to his camp, dressed his wounds, and nursed him till he became well. That is how Swartboy came to be in the service of the field cornet. Though gratitude is not a characteristic of his race, Swartboy was not ungrateful. When all the other servants ran away, he remained faithful to his master and since that time had been a most efficient and useful hand. In fact, he was now the only one left, with the exception of the girl, Totty who was, of course, a Hottentot and much about the same height, size, and colour, as Swartboy himself. We have said that Swartboy and the young Hendrik were saddling a pair of horses. As soon as they had finished that job, they mounted them, and riding out of the kraal, took their way straight across the plain. They were followed by a couple of strong, rough looking dogs. Their purpose was to drive home the oxen and the other horses that were feeding a good distance off. This they were in the habit of doing every evening at the same hour, for in South Africa it is necessary to shut up all kinds of live stock at night, to protect them from beasts of prey. For this purpose are built several enclosures with high walls, kraals, as they are called, a word of the same signification as the Spanish corral, and I fancy introduced into Africa by the Portuguese since it is not a native term. These kraals are important structures about the homestead of a boor, almost as much so as his own dwelling house, which of itself also bears the name of kraal. As young Hendrik and Swartboy rode off for the horses and cattle, Hans, leaving his work in the garden, proceeded to collect the sheep and drive them home. These browsed in.risen to conscious level in his mind. That had changed, shortly before his arrival. The tramp spacer which had brought him and his group to Viridis had had to orbit about the world in free fall for several hours while its obsolete drive elements cooled, and the passengers had examined the planet. Lampert, oddly enough, had been as much impressed by the night side as by the sunlit hemisphere. The latter had shown, at twenty thousand kilometers, a fairly standard land and water pattern. The most unusual thing about it had been the almost perfect uniformity of the land coloration, a light green which bespoke, or at least implied, a virtually complete covering of vegetation. By the time the ship had circled to the dark side, however, it was much closer to the surface and Lampert would have expected to make out luminous sparks and patches of towns and cities by the hundreds. He saw just two, and was not really sure of those. For the rest, the planet was a vast, gray black circle occulting a portion of the Milky Way. It was not absolutely black, either. Its contrast with the background of the galaxy was diminished by the glow in the upper atmosphere arising from the recombination of water molecules dissociated during the day by Beta Librae s fierce ultraviolet light. The center of the circle was darker than the edges, where the line of sight penetrated through more of the luminous gas. But even this sight, unusual as it was, did not organic facial mask affect Lampert as much as the lack of city lights. He had done field work in lonely, wild places before, of course but until now he had always had the feeling of being in an island of wilderness more or less surrounded by civilization. silver face mask On Viridis it was the civilized spots which formed the islands. And very small islands they were. There was no known native intelligent race, and settlements of alien races such as the men from Earth were still few and far between. So Lampert was prepared for McLaughlin s care in readying the group for its trip. He was even glad of it, though he would probably not have admitted to being at all afraid of the venture. He would simply have said that it was nice to have a guide who took his responsibilities seriously. That of course, did not mean that Lampert was intending to disavow any of his own responsibilities. He, like McLaughlin, had been keeping a careful eye on the other members of the group, looking for the signs of impatience or ill temper which could be the seeds of serious trouble if the journey were prolonged. He had come to tentative conclusions about this during the flight from Earth, but was pleased to.
Silver Face Mask ed to them, you may regard as true to Nature. Young Von Bloom was a student of Nature, silver face mask and you may depend upon the fidelity of his descriptions. Disgusted with politics, the field cornet now dwelt on the remote frontier in fact, beyond the frontier, for the nearest settlement was an hundred miles off. His kraal was in a district bordering the great Kalihari desert the Sa auml ra of Southern Africa. The region around, for silver face mask silver face mask hundreds of miles, was uninhabited, for the thinly scattered, half human Bushmen who dwelt within its limits, hardly deserved the name of inhabitants any more than the wild beasts that howled around them. I have said that Von Bloom now followed the occupation of a trek boor. Farming in the Cape colony consists principally in the rearing of horses, cattle, sheep, and goats and these animals form the wealth of the boor. But the stock of our field cornet was now a very small one. The proscription had swept away all his wealth, and he had not been fortunate in his first essays as a nomade grazier. The emancipation law, passed by the British Government, extended not only to the Negroes of the West India Islands, but also to the Hottentots of the Cape and the result of it was that the servants of Mynheer Von Bloom had deserted him. His cattle, no longer properly cared for, had strayed off. Some of them fell a prey to wild beasts some died of the murrain. His horses, disposable mouth mask too, were decimated by that mysterious disease of Southern Africa, the horse sickness while his sheep and goats were continually being attacked and diminished in numbers by the earth wolf, the wild hound, and the hyena. A series of losses had he suffered until his horses, oxen, sheep, and goats, scarce counted altogether an hundred head. A very small stock for a vee boor, or South African grazier. Withal our field cornet was not unhappy. He looked around upon his three brave sons Hans, Hendrik, and Jan. He looked upon his cherry cheeked, flaxen haired daughter, Gertrude, the very type and image of what her mother had ghost face mask been. From these he drew the hope of a happier future. His two eldest boys were already helps to him in his daily occupations the youngest would soon be so likewise. In Gertrude, or Tr uuml ey, as she was endearingly styled, he would soon have a capital housekeeper. He was not unhappy therefore and if an occasional sigh escaped him, it was when the face of little Tr uuml ey recalled the memory of that Gertrude who was now in heaven. But Hendrik Von Bloom was not the man to despair. Disappointments had not succeeded in causing his spirits to droop. He only applied himself more ardently.hala, which he had just broken off near the root. He was tearing away at the leaves, and filling his capacious stomach. As soon as Swartboy recovered the control over his tongue, he ejaculated disposable face masks with design in a hurried whisper Pas op take care baas Bloom, hab good care don t go near um he da skellum ole klow. My footy he wicked I know de ole bull duyvel. By this volley of queer phrases, Swartboy meant to caution his master against rashly approaching the elephant, as he knew him to be one of the wicked sort in short, a rogue. How Swartboy knew this would appear a mystery, as there were no particular marks about the animal to distinguish him from others of his kind. But the Bushman, with his practised eye, saw something in the general physiognomy of the elephant just as one may distinguish a fierce and dangerous bull from those of milder disposition, or a bad from a virtuous man, by some expression that one cannot define. silver face mask Von Bloom himself, and even Hendrik, saw that the elephant had a fierce and ruffian look. They did not stand in need of Swartboy s advice to act ots full face mask with caution. They remained for some minutes, gazing through the bushes at the huge quadruped. The more they gazed, the more they became resolved to make an attack upon him. The sight of his long tusks was too tempting to Von Bloom, to admit for a moment the thought of letting him escape without a fight. A couple of bullets he should have into him, at all events and if opportunity offered, a good many more, should these not be sufficient. Von Bloom would not relinquish those fine tusks without a struggle. He at once set about considering the safest mode of attack but was not allowed time to mature any plan. The elephant appeared to be restless, and was evidently about to move forward. He might be off in a moment, and carry them after him for miles, or, perhaps, in the thick cover of wait a bits get lost to them altogether. These conjectures caused Von Bloom to decide at once upon beginning the attack, and without any other plan than to stalk in as near as would be safe, and deliver his fire. He had heard that a single bullet in the forehead would kill any elephant and if he could only get in such a blue face mask position as to have a fair shot at the animal s front, he believed he was marksman enough to plant his bullet in the right place. He was mistaken as to killing an elephant with a shot in the forehead. That is a notion of gentlemen who have hunted the elephant in their closets, though other closet gentlemen the anatomists to whom give all due credit have shown the thing to be impossible, from the peculiar structure of the elephant.