William Cotton Oswell, Hunter and Explorer: The Story of His Life with Certain Correspondance and Extracts from the Private Journal of David Livingstone, Hitherto Unpublished, المجلد 1

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W. Heinemann, 1900
 

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الصفحة 97 - ... working in the fields -for they hoe, and the men sew — and a young man, standing by the edge of the bush, was chatting with them. A lioness sprang on him and was carrying him off, when one of the women ran after her, and, catching her by the tail, was dragged for some little distance. Hampered with the man in her mouth and the woman behind her, she slackened her pace, whereupon her assailant straddled over her back and hit her across the nose and head with a heavy short-handled hoe till she...
الصفحة 225 - No one," he remarks in his Journal, " knows the value of water till he is deprived of it. We never need any spirits to qualify it, or prevent an immense draught of it from doing us harm. I have drunk water swarming with insects, thick with mud, putrid from other mixtures, and no stinted draughts of it either, yet never felt any inconvenience from it.
الصفحة 200 - ... even though no alligator met me in the passage. These and other thoughts were revolving in my mind as I stood in the water, — for most sorely do I dislike to be beaten, — when my kind and generous friend Mr Oswell, with whom alone the visit to Sebitoane was to be made, offered to bring up a boat at his own expense from the Cape, which, after visiting the chief, and coming round the north end of the lake, will become missionary property.
الصفحة 105 - ... a henchman of. From that day forth he was my right-hand man in the field, and never failed me. John Thomas was an Africander, born at the Cape, of parents probably slaves ; but as a grand specimen of manhood, good nature, faithfulness, and cheerful endurance, I never met his equal, white or black. Plucky to a fault, he was the least quarrelsome of men, the life and light of our camp fires, and the pet of the Kafirs, who seemed at once to understand his quiet unpretending nature, and always made...
الصفحة 97 - An incident highly creditable to Kafir womanhood occurred just as we reached Mabotse\ The women, as is their custom, were working in the fields -for they hoe, and the men sew — and a young man, standing by the edge of the bush, was chatting with them. A lioness sprang on him and was carrying him off, when one of the women ran after her, and, catching her by the tail, was dragged for some little distance. Hampered with the man in her mouth and the woman behind her, she slackened her pace, whereupon...
الصفحة 101 - ... to Murray that I intended to make sure of a bag this time, galloped after them, and singling out one, got alongside of him within five feet and fired. He pitched upon his head and lay perfectly still. Making sure he was dead, I would not give him the second barrel, and turned the horse to ride after the two others which were still in view ; but, before I could get my animal into his stride, the wounded beast sprang up and struck him heavily. I felt the thud, but the horse did not fall, and cantered...
الصفحة 240 - He was much pleased with the proof of confidence we had shown in bringing our children, and promised to take us to see his country, so that we might choose a part in which to locate ourselves. Our plan was, that I should remain in the pursuit of my objects as a missionary, while Mr. Oswell explored the Zambesi to the east. Poor Sebituane, however, just after realizing what he had so long ardently desired, fell sick of inflammation of the lungs, which originated in and extended from an old wound got...
الصفحة 186 - Livingstone and myself had been climbing up the little hillocks in vain, to get a 'first view', for the last three days; but all doubts of seeing it eventually vanished on the 4th of July, when riding out from our night's resting place a little beyond Chakotsa, to search for a path, we came upon the real water river (the Zouga) running, as we struck it, towards the north-east.
الصفحة 185 - A few beads and mortal terror induced her to confess that she knew of a spring, and offer to conduct us thither. After passing through a very thick belt of trees we came suddenly on an enormous saltpan, or rather succession of saltpans. It was evening, and the setting sun cast a blue haze over the white incrustations, making them look so much like water, that though I was within thirty yards of the edge, I made sure that I had at last reached the Lake, and throwing up my hat in the air, I shouted...
الصفحة 128 - A few words told him what had happened, and then my thoughts turned to Stael. That very morning, as I left the waggons, I had talked to him affectionately, as a man can talk to a good horse, telling him how, when the hunting was over, I would make him fat and happy, and I had played with him and he with me. It was with a very sore heart I put a ball through his head, took the saddle from his back, and started waggonwards, walking half the distance (ten miles), and making my after-rider do likewise.

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