Stanley and the white heroes in Africa; being an edition from Mr. Stanley's late personal writings on the Emin Pasha relief expedition (1890) (14780887571)

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Title: Stanley and the white heroes in Africa; being an edition from Mr. Stanley's late personal writings on the Emin Pasha relief expedition ..
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Kelsey, D. M., (from old catalog) comp
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Publisher: St. Louis and Philadelphia, Scammel & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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. His volume is further enriched byphotographs of the people and of portions of their country,and by descriptions of the customs and manners of the Masai,for which we have no space. There is another member of the Royal Geographical Societywhose name is inseparably connected with the thought of Af-rican adventure; but his travels were in the southern part ofthe continent, and twenty years before Kerr and Thomson.He did not penetrate as far north as Kerr and Holub,turningback when he reached the great cataract of the Zambesi, andconfining his hunting expeditions largely to the Zulu country.This was William Charnles Baldwin; for a few of whose ad-ventures in hunting we here make room. * One evening, in the valley of the Tugela, on returning tomy encampment after a capital days sport (three hartebeests,an eland bull, and buffalo bull), I was leading a fine gray mare,packed with the hartebeest skins, when I saw a huge beast be-fore me so incased in mud that I at first took it for a rhinoc-
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THE CONGO FREE STATE AND EECENT EXPLORATIONS. 641 eros. I let go the mare, and ran from behind unperceivedvery near, as it was walking slowly. It proved to be an enor-mous old bull buffalo, and the first intimation he got of mypresence was a bullet in the center of his big ribs. How hemade the stones clatter and fly as he rushed down the hill! Ireloaded, went back to the mare (which remained standingjust where I left her, as all South African trained shooting-horses do for half a day or more, if required), and proceededin the direction my old friend was taking, not much expecting,however, to see anything more of him, and had given him up,as it was fast getting dark, when I saw the outline of a hugebeast under a shady thorn-tree, and had not quite made himout when he emerged and made for me. I threw a hastyglance around for a friendly tree, and then at the chances ofgetting on the mares back; but that was hopeless, as she wasloaded with hides; my arm was through the bridle rein, thebul