"Have some baccy, Uncle," said the interrupting member eagerly.

"Don't mind if I do. Lemme see. I were jes' going to tell ye a yarn about some wild dogs, but I see the President's waiting for our young friend to 'lighten us about 'noculation, which is good on his part, considerin' there's some here as were curing lung-sick cattle before he were born."

"My paper can wait," said the young farmer, hastily stuffing his notes into his pocket. "Let us have your story."

"Drive ahead, ole man."

"Well, if it's the wish of the meeting, I'm at your service. If I remember, 'twere away back in the sixties, when game were pretty thick in these parts, and a pack took up lodgings in the big kloof over yonder. I was mor'n ordinarily busy building my shed, and hadn't much time to give any heed to them, though I yeard em often giving tongue as they went after buck, and saw one of 'em sneaking along right up to the old tree afore my door in the mealie garden. The brute were on the spoor of a big black ram, which had taken that track from the big kloof to a smaller shelter for a const.i.tutional. I yapped at him, and after looking at me with his big ears c.o.c.ked and the round muzzle of his dirty head held up, the yellow critter turned and went nosing back. Two days after I seed three of 'em stealing up across the veld, and blow me if they didn't come right up to the mealie patch. One of 'em lay down at the bottom, the other come up to the top corner, and the third, a big chap with a round belly, he stood back of the tree squinting round the trunk. Thinks I, what's up? and lighting the pipe, I jes' plumped down behind a bush, with the ole gun over my knee. The air was still, with the drone of the sea, coming like the hum of a big bluebottle, and bymby, through the stillness I yeard the sudden excited yapping of the pack, followed after a spell by a loud bark, I looked at the three dogs, and they was all looking across the veld with the water running from their mouths. Casting my eye acrost the veld, there I seed a black spot in the distance. It was the ram, sure enough, who had been put up in the kloof and were now making for his second hiding-place. He were taking it easy, though the wind was coming straight to him from the pack behind. He came right on, with his head up, then he slowed down to a walk, and looked back over his shoulder. Away back there were something moving, a dark in-and-out patch, the pack on the spoor, and I seed the ram shake his head and stamp with his hoof. Then he gave a short bark, sort of defiant, and on he trotted again; but this time he turned away to the left, as if he'd got a sudden fancy for the scattered bush clumps about a mile over the ridge that way. Well, sir, he hadn't covered more'n fifty yards when a yeller dog rose up and yapped at him. The ram, he stood still, with his head up, looking at this oudacious critter, when the pack behind gave tongue altogether, and the sound of it made him skeered, for he wheeled round and came at a smart pace right for the big tree and the mealie garden. I turned my head, biting through my pipe, I was that excited, and I seed those two corner dogs creeping nearer to the big one, who was standing back of the tree, with his teeth showing and his tail twitching. Then I yeard the steps of the ram, and there he were sailing along over the bushes, and the ant-hills, his eyes full and bright with the light o' courage in 'em--for you know, gentlemen, that the bush-buck carries a stout and gallant heart in his great chest."

"Ay, ay, Uncle; so he does."

"There he came, his sharp hoofs p.r.i.c.king into the ground, his legs slender and shapely, his great haunches gathering up as he cleared everything in his way, and the points of his short, strong horns catching the sparkle of the sun. Right for the tree he went, then on a sudden he stopped and looked full ahead, his ears turned backward, but his gaze fixed on a pair of gleaming eyes that glared at him. As he stood there, as big as a year-old calf, with his side to me, I could ha'

driven a ball through his heart; but I didn't as much as go beyon'

closin' my grasp on the rifle. I wouldn't a shot him--no, not in them cirk.u.mstances. There were a duel of staring between those two for a full half-minute, and in that time those other two yellow critturs were slinking through the long gra.s.s bordering the mealies. Nex' thing they'd a been on him from each side, with that other cur comin' up from behind, not to speak of the pack hurrying up and of the big chap behind the tree, when I gave a shout: 'Look out!' say I, jes' as if he were a human. 'Look out!' says I, and the chap that was nearest me he rose up outer the gra.s.s and jumped for the ram. You never seed sich a thing.

For all the ram had got his eyes on the big chap, he slewed his head round quicker'n lightning, his horns went down, and the next thing that yeller critter was lying on his back yelping, with a hole in his neck.

"The ram shook his head, and a tiny red mark went winding down the furrows of his horn nearest me. Eh! you should a seen him and I jes'

held my breath, while my legs shook so I was obliged to stand up. Back of him came the pack--silent now, and the speediest of 'em slipping along like shadders, while two of the critters stood each side of the ram watching him, and the big one standing clear of the tree, staring at the great blazing eyes with his mean little yeller peepers. Suddenly the big chap gave a few orders, sharp and snapping, and four leaders from the pack shot out, two going one side and two the other. They were surrounding the ram, and he knew it. He made a bound forward, and the same minute the two dogs nearest him sprang open-mouthed, one of 'em taking a clear mouthful outer the haunch. The ram swerved, and the big chap waiting for him went for his belly, but the ram bounded into the air, and when he came down he wheeled round with his back to the tree.

The dogs they jes' drew off and sat in a ring staring at him, one and another opening his big jaws and bringing the white teeth together with a snap, but the sight of that circle didn't shake the nerve of the buck, for he shook his head at 'em and stamped his hoofs. One of the young critters growing impatient ran in, but got a stroke from the pointed hoof for his pains. Well, I were that 'xcited I moved towards the tree, the pack jes' giving me one look, then closed in a step or two. Three times the circle were drawn closer, and the sight of those staring eyes from outer those ugly round heads fairly made me shudder. I up with the gun and let 'em have a charge of slugs. In the confusion the ram went off full slick this time, and the dogs, with a whimper, scattered after him; but 'twas no use, he give 'em leg bail, and believe me them critters come sneakin' back and s'rounded me. They did that."

"Did they think you were good to eat?"

"'Pears so, for they sat on their tails regarding me with loving looks.

I shoo'd to them, but they didn't shoo a inch. I went for 'em with the gun clubbed, but while those in front give way, those ahind came perilously near my legs. I heerd the snap of their steel jaws, but when I turned there they were sitting down with their heads on one side.

Each time I tried that it were the same; and when I give up, there they sat in a ring round me. Then I jes' swung up into the tree and snapped my fingers at em.

"If I were to tell you what them ere wild dogs did, you 'ud up and say the old man were a liar."

"You hurt our feelings, Uncle."

"Well, that big leader he up and made a speech--not a oration like our gifted young friend here can make, but a few yaps and growls. After he had finished they give him a cheer, and fell to scooping a big trench round the tree. Then they gnawed the roots through. Then they boosted the tree down. Yes, gentlemen, them wild dogs which you would call unthinking critters, deliberately dug up that big tree with their teeth, so's to get hold o' me."

"Hum! Did they eat you, Uncle?"

"They boosted the tree down; but while they stood away off, I lit on my feet and were inside the house 'fore you could say Jack Robinson. Yes, that's so."

CHAPTER TEN.

THE BLACK MAMBA.

We were talking about snakes at the little roadside _winkle_--a composite shop, where you could buy moist black sugar, tinned b.u.t.ter, imported; tinned milk, also imported; cotton, prints, boots, "square face," tobacco, dates, nails, gunpowder, cans, ribbons, tallow candles, and the "Family Herald." We always did talk about snakes when other topics failed, and no one had been fishing for some time, and the big pumpkin season had pa.s.sed.

"Man," said Lanky John, the ostrich farmer, "I killed a snake, a _ringhals_, yesterday morning back of the kraal, and in the evening when I went by there was a live _ringhals_ coiled round the dead one."

"There's a lot of love among snakes," said Abe Pike, who had swapped a bush-buck hide for a pound of coffee and a roll of tobacco. "They don't talk much, but they think a lot, and you can't plumb the feelings of silent folk; they're that deep."

"Ever been in love, Uncle?" asked Lanky John, popping a big lump of black sugar into his mouth.

"I guess it won't take more'n a foot measure to get to the bottom of your feelings, tho' you are long enough to be a telegraft pole," snorted Uncle Abe.

"Snakes haven't got any brain," said Lanky John, after an awkward pause.

"No more has a whip-stick," said the old man, with a contemptuous glance at Lanky's long, thin limbs.

"That's true," replied John, with a wink at us; "though I've heard of a snake that glued on to a whip-stick all for love of you, Uncle."

"Snakes," said Abe, "knows when to speak and when to keep shut, which is more than some folk can do. If you come unexpected on a snake in a path, and he sees your foot coming down on him, he lets you know he's about, and that foot of yours is jest fixed in the air. Well, suppose that snake is not in the path, but jest stretched out 'longside, he don't call out. For why? 'Cos he knows it's safer for him and for you that he should keep quiet. I tell you there's not a man here who hasn't time and again pa.s.sed in the dark within a few inches of a snake."

A listener, who was seated in a dark corner, moved out into the sunshine.

"Did I ever tell you that yarn about the black mamba?"

"You never did, old man, so shove along."

"You may thank your stars there's no mambas down in this country, for of all critturs that crawl, or fly, or walk, there's not one for nateral cussedness and steady hate to come up to a black mamba. Why! thunder!

if there was a mamba in these parts, and he'd a grudge against me, I'd move off a hundred miles to where my sister 'Liza lives."

"A hundred miles! That's a good step."

"Maybe it wouldn't be fur enough neither. You wait! Ten years ago I was riding goods to the Diamond Fields, and after one trip I was starting back with the empty wagon, there being no produce to load up with, when a chap came up and offered three guineas for his pa.s.sage.

Well, a man's wagon is his home, and you don't want to give a fellow the run of your tent for a month without knowing something about him. So I jes' looked him all over--saw that his boots were worn out, and that he kep' looking over his shoulder, when he climbed into the wagon and drew the blanket over him--though the sun was fierce enough to light your pipe. He gave me sich a look when he went in that I had not the heart to drag him out, and off I trekked. He didn't join me at the fire that night, and when I climbed in, thinking he was asleep, he was shiverin'

as though he had the ague. Well, I gave him a gla.s.s of Cango and went to sleep. At sunrise I trekked again, and bymby I see him draw the canvas aside and look back over the veld, which was as flat as the palm of my hand. Thinks I, he's expecting the police, but I let him be, and at dinner he came out, looking as skeered as a monkey with a candle.

First he took a walk round the wagon, then he shaded his eyes as he glanced over the veld, then he took a bite and a look, then a sip and a look.

"'What are you looking for?' says I.

"He let the beaker fall out of his hands and turned white.

"'Have you seen it?' he whispered, with a sort of choke.

"'Seen what?' I said.

"'I don't feel well,' he answered, with a twitch for a smile, and climbed back into the wagon.

"I tell you his looks made me feel queer, and I slept that night under the wagon. Well, I made a long skoff the next day, crossed the Modder River, and no sooner'd we get across than the river came down with a rush, br.i.m.m.i.n.g full with a boiling yeller flood right up to the lip of the steep banks. That c.o.o.n spent the whole day on the bank watching the other side, and fixing his eyes on every tree and branch that went sailing down.

"'It's a grand flood,' he said, rubbing his hands together; ''twould sweep a whale away like a piece of straw.'

"'Yes, and a policeman too, eh?' said I, looking at him hard.

"He noticed the meaning in my words, and a human smile broke over his face, chasing away the worried look that seemed carved into it.

'Policeman,' he said. 'I've no cause to fear a policeman, or any man.

Good G.o.d!' he cried, catching me by the arm, 'what's that?'

"'Where?' said I, fit to jump out of my skin for the terror in his face.