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They might kill many quaggas before obtaining one that was hit in the proper place. Besides there would be a waste of powder and bullets a thing to be considered. Why could they not snare the animals? He had heard of nooses being set for animals as large as the Quaggas, and of many being caught in that manner. Hendrik did not think the idea of snaring a good one.
Hans, Hendrik, and Swartboy, placed themselves in ambush around the lake at intervals from one another; but the lower end, where the animals usually approached and went out, was left quite open. Von Bloom remained on the platform in the tree, so as to mark the approach of the quaggas, and give warning by a signal to the other three.
Lilli and Lisbeth merely looked flurried and pink when Freule Menela came airily on board with me, and Alb appeared interested in giving instructions to Hendrik, who disputed respectfully with Tibe possession of countless yards of his beloved cotton waste. At last, however, I began to wonder why we did not get away.
Hendrik and Arend, laying claim to more wisdom in military affairs than the others, rode a little in advance for the purpose of choosing the battle-field. Good fortune had conducted them to a spot favourable to the carrying out of their scheme.
The result might be different should the elands take the alarm at a long distance off, and scour away over the plain. To get within fair starting distance, that was the point to be attempted. But Hendrik was a wary hunter, and soon accomplished this.
So far so good; but happy Hendrik was unpleasantly surprised to learn that the new help were for leaving at once.
"Then you can go to blazes, and you'll never see a cent's worth of fur from the stuff I got last year." "I don't expect to," was the reply; "I've learned what your word's worth." And the stranger slouched away. "Who vas he?" asked Hendrik. "I only know that his name is Jack Hoag; he's a little bit of a trapper and a big bit of a bum; stuck me last year.
It epitomized for him not merely the commonwealth of the present, huge as it was, but the whole historic past since the September day when Hendrik Hudson's Half Moon dropped anchor down yonder in the stream. He felt himself no more the successor of these frock-coated moderns whose oil presentments covered panelling and frieze than of the periwigs who ruled before them.
"Can't you understand the language he speaks?" "No, baas Willem, he talks no Zooloo, no Kaffir of any kind." "Then why were you pretending to interpret his language a few minutes ago?" asked Hendrik. "I was trying to learn it," answered Congo, in a tone conveying the belief that he had given a satisfactory answer. "We have no time to stop here for you to learn a language," said Hendrik.
Would I have time to get to it before he could overtake me? I ran like a frightened fox. You, Hendrik, can beat me running upon ordinary occasions. I don't think you could have got quicker to that ant-hill than I did. I was not a second too soon.
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