Yes Face Mask mation to which he gave utterance brought little Tr uuml ey and Totty from the house and Hans with Jan had now got back with the sheep and goats. All saw target face masks the singular phenomenon, but none of them could tell what it was. All were in a state of alarm. As they stood gazing, with hearts full of fear, the two riders appeared coming out of the cloud, and then they were seen to gallop forward over the plain in the direction of the house. They came on at full speed, but long before they had got near, the voice of Swartboy could be heard crying out, Baas Von Bloom da springhaans are comin da springhaan da springhaan Chapter Three. The Springhaan. Ah the springhaan cried Von Bloom, recognising the Dutch name for the far famed migratory locust. The mystery was explained. The singular cloud that was spreading itself over the plain was neither more nor less than a flight of locusts It was a sight that none of them, except Swartboy, had ever witnessed before. His master had often seen locusts in small quantities, and of several species, for there are many kinds of these singular insects in South Africa. But that which now appeared was a true migratory locust Gryllus devastatorius and upon one of its great migrations an event of rarer occurrence than travellers would have you believe. Swartboy knew them well and, although he announced their approach in a state of great excitement, it was not the excitement of terror. Quite the contrary. His great thick lips were compressed athwart his face in a grotesque expression of joy. The instincts of his wild race were busy within him. To them a flight of locusts is not an object of dread, but a source of rejoicing their coming as welcome as a take of shrimps to a Leigh fisherman, or harvest to the husbandman. The dogs, too, barked and howled with joy, and frisked about as if they were going out upon a hunt. On perceiving the cloud, their instinct enabled them easily to recognise the locusts. They regarded them with feelings similar to those that stirred Swartboy for both dogs and Bushmen eat the insects with avidity At the announcement that it was only locusts, all at once recovered from their alarm. Little Tr uuml ey and Jan laughed, clapped their hands, and waited with curiosity until they should come nearer. All had heard enough of locusts to know that they were only grasshoppers that neither bit nor stung any one, and therefore no one was afraid of them. Even Von Bloom himself was at first very little concerned about them. After his feelings of apprehension, the announcement that it was a flight of locusts was a relief, and for a while he d.ats. At this moment pistol shots were heard on the water. CHAPTER XXVI THE ACTION ON THE DECK OF THE TEASER As the Teaser was but a short distance from diy face mask the shore, Christy had no doubt that the attempt to board her had been yes face mask made by this time. Mr. Blowitt had quite as many men on board of the steamer as could have been contained in the two boats, and he was not much concerned about the result of the attack, especially as he knew that the second lieutenant was fully prepared and on the lookout for it. The only thing that Christy regretted was that he was not on board of the Teaser to take part in the affair of repelling boarders. There seems to be some music in the air, said Lonley, after he had listened for a few moments to the sounds that came from the direction of the steamer. To return to the subject of the morality of telling stories, your men do not seem to be a mile 290 to the eastward, where their bags were left, added Christy good naturedly. You had a glance at them in the boats, though the darkness and fog were rather too thick for you to count them, replied Lonley, chuckling over the deception Protective paint mask (disposable or replacement type) he had practised upon the lieutenant of the Bellevite. Yes, I saw them, and I concluded that they could not be where their bags were. All is fair in war. That seems to be the generally received maxim, and he is the smartest man who the most thoroughly deceives the enemy, added Christy, who found himself tolerably well satisfied with the situation, though he was a prisoner. That is so, and of course I can find no fault with you for deceiving me, returned Lonley, chuckling as though he was even better satisfied with the situation than his companion. Thank you, Mr. Lonley you are magnanimous, and with equal sincerity I can say that I have no fault to find with you, replied the union officer. But I have my doubts whether, after this, either of us will be likely yes face mask to believe what the other says. But, for my part, I wish to say that 291 I don t believe in telling anything but necessary and patriotic lies. That is my view of the matter exactly and if there is any man that despises a liar, I am that man, said Lonley warmly. But it seems to me they are making a good deal of a racket off there, he yes face mask added, as the noise of pistol shots and the clash of cutlasses came over the smooth waters of the gulf. They seem to be at it quite earnestly, replied Christy. By the way, how many men did you leave on board of the Teaser asked the privateersman, whose manner seemed to have suddenly become considerably changed. How many men repeated the lieutenant of the Bellevite. That is the question I ask.
y the captain and the engineers, sir. This man with me is Dave, and he was a steward on board of the Teaser. He has given me valuable information, and I have not regarded him as a prisoner, replied the lieutenant. I understand, said the commander, with a smile, as he saw the yellow hue of the steward s face. We will not regard him as a prisoner. But you may send the others on board. Captain Folkner was in no better humor than before, and a berth in the steerage was assigned to 260 him. The other prisoners were sent yes face mask on board, and Captain Breaker had ordered Christy to anchor the prize near the Bellevite. I don t feel as though I had quite finished my work, said Christy, as he walked towards the gangway to obey the order. What more is there to do asked the commander. It would take me a little time to tell the story of my trip into the bay, sir, and I think you would not understand what more is to be done until you have heard it, replied Christy. Then I will hear you before you anchor the Teaser, said the captain, leading the way to his cabin. The lieutenant narrated the events of his trip across Santa Rosa Island. Captain Breaker was not a little amused at his scheme to get rid of the portion of the crew of the privateer before he captured her. I never suspected that you were the possessor of so much audacity, Christy, said he, when the lieutenant had put him in possession of all the facts. I did not know that I had more than my fair 261 share, sir, and I don t know what I have done that is at all audacious, replied Christy, very meekly. It is a very dark and foggy night, but I don t believe that I have another officer who would have cheek enough to pretend to be a pilot in Pensacola Bay, and to be in possession of the guard boat at the same time. Captain Folkner put the idea into my head, and I think I should have been an idiot not to make use of it, considering the nature of my mission on board of the Teaser. It is a wonder that no one yes face mask knew you were not Gilder. The men in the guard boat did not expose me, and admitted by their silence that I was the person I claimed to be, replied Christy, with a twinkle of the eyes. Your scheme would have failed disposable respirator mask ninety nine times out of a hundred. If it had failed, I had force enough to clean out the enemy on board, so that I ran no risk but I was ordered to avoid a fight, and I did so, argued Christy. You were exceedingly fortunate and the next 262 time you try such a trick, it may lead you into a rebel prison. It was not my fault that the ship s company of the Teaser were at issue among themselves, and I should have been an imbecile.. But after watching him yes face mask a good long spell, I was not a little astonished to observe that, instead of cooling down, he seemed to grow more furious than ever. I yes face mask had taken out my handkerchief to wipe the perspiration off my face. It was as hot as an oven where I sat. Not a breath of air was stirring, and the rays of the sun, glaring right down and then reflecting up again from the white clay, brought the perspiration out of me in streams. Every minute I was obliged to rub my eyes clear of it with the handkerchief. Now, before passing the kerchief over my face, I always shook it open and each time I did so, I noticed that the rage of the wildebeest seemed to be redoubled In fact, at such times he would leave off goring the heap, and make a fresh attempt to rush latex face mask up at me, roaring his loudest as he charged against the steep wall I was puzzled at this, as well as astonished. What could there be in my wiping my face to provoke the wildebeest anew And yet such was clearly the case. Every time I did so, he appeared to swell with a fresh burst of passion The explanation came at length. I saw yes face mask that it was not the wiping off the perspiration that provoked him. It was the shaking out of my handkerchief. This was, as you know, of a bright scarlet colour. I thought of this, and then, for the first time, remembered having heard that anything scarlet has a most powerful effect upon the wildebeest, and yes face mask excites him to a rage resembling madness. I did not wish to keep up his fury. I crumpled up the handkerchief and buried it in my pocket preferring to endure the perspiration rather than remain there any longer. By hiding the scarlet, I conceived a hope he would the sooner cool down, and go away. But I had raised a devil in him too fierce to be so easily laid. He showed no signs of cooling down. On the contrary, he continued to charge, butt, and bellow, as vengefully as ever though the scarlet was no longer before his eyes. I began to feel really annoyed. I had no idea the gnoo was so implacable in his rage. The bull evidently felt pain from his wound. I could perceive that he moaned it. He knew well enough it was I who had given him this pain. He appeared determined not to let me escape retribution. He showed no signs of an intention to leave the place but laboured away with hoof and horns, as if he would demolish the mound. I was growing very tired of my situation Though not afraid that the bull could reach me, I was troubled by the thought of being so long absent from our camp. I knew I should have been there. I thought of my little sister and brother. Some misfortune might befall them. I.its closed fearlessly around the throat of the old hen hornbill, she was drawn forth from her place of imprisonment. For a time she was seen in Saloo s hands, convulsively writhing and flopping her great wings, like a turkey gobbler with his head suddenly cut off. There was some screaming, hissing, and croaking, but to all these sounds Saloo quickly put an end, by taking a fresh grasp que bella face mask of the throat of the great bird, choking the breath out of it until the wings ceased fluttering and then he flung its body down at the feet of the spectators. Saloo did not descend immediately, but once more thrust his hand into the nest, hoping, no doubt, to find an egg or eggs in it. Instead of these, the contents proved to be a bird and only one a chick recently hatched, about the size of a squab pigeon, and fat as a fed ortolan. Unlike the progeny of the megapodes, hatched in best affordable face masks the hot sand, the infant hornbill was without the semblance of a feather upon its skin, which was all over of a green, yellowish hue. yes face mask There was not even so much as a show of down upon it. For a moment Saloo held it in his hand, hissing as it was in his own tiny way. Then chucking it down after its murdered yes face mask mother, where it fell not only killed, but squashed, he prepared to descend in a less hasty manner. He now saw no particular need for their dining on durions, at least on that particular day and therefore discontinued his task upon the bamboo ladder, which could be completed on the morrow, or whenever the occasion called for it. Chapter Sixteen. An Enemy in the Air. Though the old hen hornbill, after her long and seemingly forced period of incubation, might not prove such a tender morsel, they were nevertheless rejoiced at this accession to their now exhausted larder, and the pilot at once set about plucking her, while Murtagh kindled a fresh fire. While they were thus engaged, Henry, who had greatly admired the ingenuity displayed by Saloo in the construction of his singular ladder, bethought him of ascending it. He was led to this exploit partly out of curiosity to try what such a climb would be like but more from a desire to examine the odd nest so discovered for to him, as to most boys of his age, a bird s nest was a peculiarly attractive object. He thought that Saloo had not sufficiently examined the one first plundered, and that there might be another bird or an egg behind. He was not naturalist enough to know what the ex pilot s old Sumatran experience had long ago taught him that the hornbill only lays one egg, and brings forth but a single chick. Whether or no, he was determined to ascend and satisfy hi.
Yes Face Mask e berth had they heard the hunting call now sprang away almost from underfoot. It paid them no heed, but continued on its way while the green sun settled into the jungle behind and to its left. The fact that its recent kill was now little more than a skeleton did not seem to bother it. Perhaps it had forgotten. chapter 2 The humming was a little more noticeable in the helicopter cabin, but not much. John McLaughlin, sprawled as comfortably as his two honeywell nuisance disposable dust mask, box of 50 (rws-54001) meters of height would permit in its confines, had noticed the sound only at first and after remarking to himself that they seemed to be building better ion turbines since he had left Earth, had permitted his thoughts to wander in other directions. These did not concern Felodons the interest there was not, at the moment, mutual. The rather crowded cabin offered material enough for consideration. McLaughlin was not a scientist by training, but neither was he the sort of guide that might have been found in Yukon or Amazon territory a few centuries back. He did not despise people merely because they were, by his standards, greenhorns. He knew that each of the other men now sharing this cabin with him was an expert in his own field, even though none of them, in spite yes face mask of his training, would have been able to survive for more than a day in the jungles of Viridis. After all, why should they have learned such an art There were other things worth learning, and one could always hire McLaughlin if a need to visit the jungles developed. Since this particular party had done just that, they were evidently a fairly practical crew. They were not talking very much, which from the guide s viewpoint was an additional point in their favor. They already knew what they planned to do, and saw no point in repeating what had already been said. Of course, if they should fail to find the area they were seeking, there would be talk all of it aimed at McLaughlin but he had no fear on that score. There were few enough mountains on Viridis, and of those few by far the greater number were volcanic cinder cones. When these scientists had specified a region of tilted block or folded mountains, the yes face mask guide had been more than dubious at first. It had taken him time to recall that there was a small area meeting these specifications less than fifteen hundred miles from the spaceport at Emeraude. He was not himself a geologist, but pictures and diagrams had been used freely in explaining to him just what was wanted, and he was quite certain that the party would be satisfied with what he had to offer. A slight rocking in the hitherto steady motion of the helicopter.ere. But this time realistic face masks the bulls seemed to be in earnest. The loud cracking of their helmet covered foreheads against each other, their fierce snorting and bellowing, and, above all, their angry manner, convinced me that they had really quarrelled, and were serious about it. One of them, at length, seemed to be getting knocked over repeatedly. Every time he had partially risen to his feet, and before he could quite recover them, his antagonist rushed upon him, and butted him back upon his side. Seeing them so earnestly engaged, I thought I might as well make a sure shot of it, by going a little nearer so I stepped from behind the ant hill, and walked towards the combatants. Neither took any notice of my approach the one because he had enough to do to guard himself from the terrible blows, and the other because he was so occupied in delivering them. When within twenty paces I levelled my gun. I chose the bull who appeared victor, partly as a punishment for his want of feeling in striking a fallen antagonist, but, perhaps, more because his broadside was towards me, and presented a fairer mark. I fired. The smoke hid both for a moment. When it cleared off, I saw the bull that had been conquered still down in a kneeling attitude, but, to my great surprise, the one at which I had aimed was upon his feet, apparently as brisk and sound as ever I knew I had hit him somewhere as I heard the thud of the bullet on his fat body but it was plain I had not crippled him. I was not allowed time for reflection as to where I had wounded him. Not an f&p simplus full face mask instant indeed, for the moment the smoke cleared away, instead of the bulls clearing off also, I saw the one I had shot at fling up his tail, lower his shaggy front, and charge right towards me His fierce eyes glanced with a revengeful look, and his roar was enough to have terrified one more courageous than I. I assure you I was less frightened the other day when I encountered the lion. I did not know what to do for some moments. I thought of setting myself in an attitude of defence, and involuntarily had turned my gun which was now empty intending to use it as a club. But I saw at once, that the slight blow I could deliver would not stop the onset of such a strong fierce animal, and that he would butt me over, and gore me, to a certainty. I turned my eyes to see what hope there lay in flight. Fortunately they fell upon an ant hill the one I had just emerged from. I saw at a glance, that by climbing it I would be out of reach of the fierce wildebeest. Would I have time to get to it before he could overtake me I ran like a frightened fox. You, Hend.