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Their success was a mere accident, and gave them no earnest of what might be expected in the future. They might go long before finding another "sleeping-tree" of the elephants, and repeating their easy capture. Such were the not very pleasant reflections of the field-cornet, on the evening after returning from their successful hunt.
I said, "All right, I will go to the boys from Missouri and ask them, for I have found a flock of wild turkeys, and I know where they roost." When I told the Missouri boys of my find, they were wild for the hunt. One said, "Do I know how to hunt turkeys by night? You bet I do, and I have a shotgun that will fetch one every pop."
Of course Hampton would be there as Hampton's servant had brought the note, and he was very anxious to be on friendly terms with Mr. Hampton. Next to the lord himself there was no one in the hunt who carried his head so high as young Hampton. But there arose to him the question whether all this had not arrived too late!
Frequently the abbe was one; sometimes the worthy Marcasse, who, before leaving Berry to go on his annual round through the neighbouring province, had returned to have a farewell hunt in the outhouses of the chateau, and who kindly offered to relieve the servants in their painful task of keeping watch over me.
He looked for his present at an early hour next morning. Tui N'Kualita had gone to Na Moliwai to hunt for the eel, and there, as he sank his arms in the eel's hole, he found it a piece of tapa that he knew to be the dress of a child. Tui N'Kualita shouted: "Ah! Ah! this must be the cave of children. But that doesn't matter to me. Child, god, or new kind of man, I'll make you my gift."
To-morrow I will get up and hunt. He called Luigi, and a shower-bath assisted him in taking a more healthy view of affairs. Yet his faithful fancy recurred to her again. He must indulge it a little. He left off dressing and flung himself in a chair. 'And yet, he continued, 'when I think of it again, there surely can be no reason that this should not turn into a romance of real life.
The following is quoted from my Diary: January 20th, 1872. To-day was a halt. On going out for a hunt I saw a herd of eleven giraffes. After crossing Mpokwa stream I succeeded in getting within one hundred and fifty yards of one of them, and fired at it; but, though it was wounded, I did not succeed in dropping it, though I desired the skin of one of them very much.
"How well the Pawnee knew the philosophy of a buffaloe hunt!" said the old man, after he had stood regarding the animated scene for a few moments, with evident satisfaction. "You saw how he went off like the wind before the drove. It was in order that he might not taint the air, and that he might turn the flank, and join Ha! how is this! yonder Red-skins are no Pawnees!
"You must renew your friendship with them. You will hunt, of course, next year?" "No, I shall never hunt again!" "Oh, nonsense; I hear that Captain Winstanley is a mighty Nimrod quite a Leicestershire man. He will wish you to hunt." "What can Captain Winstanley have to do with it?" asked Vixen, turning sharply upon him. "A great deal, I should imagine, by next season."
When they were finished, and there was nothing more to be done in making them, and he thought the boy was of a good age to begin going out to hunt seal, he said to the strong one: "Now row out with him, for he must go seal hunting."
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