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Even TrĂŒey had not made such an unpardonable mistake. The gnoos, and particularly the old bulls, bear a very striking resemblance to the lion, so much so that the sharpest hunters at a distance can scarce tell one from the other.
Jan, however, had observed them better than TrĂŒey; and had they been nearer, he might have further noticed that the creatures had red fiery eyes and a fierce look; that their heads and horns were not unlike those of the African buffalo; that their limbs resembled those of the stag, while the rest corresponded well enough to his âpony.â He might have observed, moreover, that the males were larger than the females, and of a deeper brown. Had there been any âcalvesâ with the herd, he would have seen that these were still lighter-colouredâin fact, of a white or cream colour.
The gnoos that had been seen were the common kind called by the Dutch colonists âwildebeestsâ or wild-oxen, and by the Hottentots âgnooâ or âgnu,â from a hollow moaning sound to which these creatures sometimes give utterance, and which is represented by the word âgnoo-o-oo.â
They roam in vast flocks upon the wild karoos of South Africa; are inoffensive animals, except when wounded; and then the old bulls are exceedingly dangerous, and will attack the hunter both with horns and hoot. They can run with great swiftness, though they scarce ever go clear off, but, keeping at a wary distance, circle around the hunter, curvetting in all directions, menacing with their heads lowered to the ground, kicking up the dust with their heels, and bellowing like bulls, or indeed like lionsâfor their âroutâ bears a resemblance to the lionâs roar.
The old bulls stand sentry while the herd is feeding, and protect it both in front and rear. When running off they usually go in single file, as Jan had represented.
Old bulls hang between the rear of the herd and the hunter; and these caper back and forward, butting each other with their horns, and often fighting apparently in serious earnest! Before the hunter comes within range, however, they drop their conflict and gallop out of his way. Nothing can exceed the capricious antics which these animals indulge in, while trooping over the plain.
There is a second species of the same genus common in South Africa, and a third inhabits still farther to the north; but of the last very little is known. Both species are larger than the wildebeest, individuals of either being nearly five feet in height, while the common gnoo is scarce four.
The three kinds are quite distinct, and never herd together, though each of them is often found in company with other animals. All three are peculiar to the continent of Africa, and are not found elsewhere.
The âbrindled gnooâ (Catoblepas gorgon) is the other species that inhabits the South of Africa. It is known among the hunters and colonists as âblauw wildebeestâ (blue wild-ox). It is of a bluish colourâhence the name, and âbrindled,â or striped along the sides. Its habits are very similar to those of the common gnoo, but it is altogether a heavier and duller animal, and still more eccentric and ungainly in its form.
The third species (Catoblepas taurina) is the âko-koonâ of the natives. It approaches nearer to the brindled gnoo in form and habits; but as it is not found except in the more central and less-travelled portions of Africa, less is known about it than either of the others. It is, however, of the same kind; and the three species, differing widely from any other animals known, are entitled to form a distinct and separate genus.
They have hitherto generally been classed with the antelopes, though for what reason it is hard to tell. They have far less affinity with the antelope than with the ox; and the everyday observations of the hunter and frontier boor have guided them to a similar conclusionâas their name for these animals (wild-oxen) would imply. Observation of this class is usually worth far more than the âspeculationsâ of the closet-naturalist.
The gnoo has long been the favourite food of the frontier farmer and hunter. Its beef is well flavoured, and the veal of a gnoo-calf is quite a delicacy. The hide is manufactured into harness and straps of different sorts; and the long silky tail is an article of commerce. Around every frontier farm-house large piles of gnoo and springbok horns may be seenâthe remains of animals that have been captured in the chase.
âJaging de wildebeestâ (hunting the gnoo) is a favourite pastime of the young boors. Large herds of these animals are sometimes driven into valleys, where they are hemmed in, and shot down at will. They can also be lured within range, by exhibiting a red handkerchief or any piece of red clothâto which colour they have a strong aversion. They may be tamed and domesticated easily enough; but they are not favourite pets with the farmer, who dreads their communicating to his cattle a fatal skin-disease to which the gnoos are subject, and which carries off thousands of them every year.
Of course Von Bloom and his companions did not stay to talk over these points. They were too anxious about the fate of the missing Hans, to think of anything else.
They were about to start out in search of him, when just at that moment my gentleman was seen coming around the end of the lake, trudging very slowly along, under the weight of some large and heavy object, that he carried upon his shoulders.
A shout of joy was raised, and in a few moments Hans stood in their midst.
Hans was saluted by a volley of questions, âWhere have you been? What detained you? What has happened to you? Youâre all safe and sound? Not hurt, I hope?â These and a few others were asked in a breath.
âIâm sound as a bell,â said Hans; âand for the rest of your inquiries Iâll answer them all as soon as Swartboy has skinned this âaard-vark,â and Totty has cooked a piece of it for supper; but Iâm too hungry to talk now, so pray excuse me.â
As Hans gave this reply, he cast from his shoulders an animal nearly as big as a sheep, covered with long bristly hair of a reddish-grey colour, and having a huge tail, thick at the root, and tapering like a carrot; a snout nearly a foot long, but quite slender and naked; a very small mouth; erect pointed ears resembling a pair of horns; a low flattish body; short muscular legs; and claws of immense length, especially on the fore-feet, where, instead of spreading out, they were doubled back like shut fists, or the fore hands of a monkey. Altogether a very odd animal was that which Hans had styled an âaard-vark,â and which he desired should be cooked for supper.
âWell, my boy,â replied Von Bloom, âweâll excuse you, the more so that we are all of us about as hungry as yourself, I fancy. But I think we may as well leave the âaard-varkâ for to-morrowâs dinner. Weâve a couple of peacocks here, and Totty will get one of them ready sooner than the aard-vark.â
âAs for that,â rejoined Hans, âI donât care which. Iâm just in the condition to eat anythingâeven a steak of tough old quagga, if I had it; but I think it would be no harm if Swartboyâthat is, if youâre not too tired, old Swartâwould just peel the skin off this gentleman.â
Hans pointed to the âaard-vark.â âAnd dress him so that he donât spoil,â he continued; âfor you know, Swartboy, that heâs a tit-bitâa regular bonne boucheâand it would be a pity to let him go to waste in this hot weather. An aard-varkâs not to be bagged every day.â
âYou spreichen true, Mynheer Hans,âSwartboy know all dat. Him skin anâ dress da goup.â
And, so saying, Swartboy out knife, and set to work upon the carcass.
Now this singular-looking animal which Hans called an âaard-vark,â and Swartboy a âgoup,â was neither more nor less than the African ant-eater (Orycteropus Capensis).
Although the colonists term it âaard-vark,â which is the Dutch for âground-hog,â the animal has but little in common with the hog kind. It certainly bears some resemblance to a pig about the snout and cheeks; and that, with its bristly hair and burrowing habits, has no doubt given rise to the mistaken name. The âgroundâ part of the title is from the fact that it is a burrowing animal,âindeed, one of the best âterriersâ in the world. It can make its way under ground faster than the spade can follow it, and faster than any badger. In size, habits, and the form of many parts of its body, it bears a striking resemblance to its South American cousin the âtamanoirâ (Myrmecophaga jubata), which of late years has become so famous as almost to usurp the title of âant-eater.â But the âaard-varkâ is just as good an ant-eater as he,âcan âcrackâ as thick-walled a house, can rake up and devour as many termites as any âant-bearâ in the length and breadth of the Amazon Valley. He has got, moreover, as âtallâ a tail as the tamanoir, very nearly as long a snout, a mouth equally small, and a tongue as extensive and extensile. In claws he can compare with his American cousin any day, and can walk just as awkwardly upon the sides of his fore-paws with âtoes turned in.â Why, then, may I ask, do we hear so much talk of the âtamanoir,â while not a word is said of the âaard-vark?â Every museum and menagerie is bragging about having a specimen of the former, while not one cares to acknowledge their possession of the latter! Why this envious distinction? I say itâs all Barnum. Itâs because the âaard-varkâ is a Dutchmanâa Cape boorâand the boors have been much bullied of late. Thatâs the reason why zoologists and showmen have treated my thick-tailed boy so shabbily. But it shanât be so any longer; I stand up for the aard-vark; and, although the tamanoir has been specially called Myrmecophaga, or ant-eater, I say that the Orycteropus is as good an ant-eater as he. He can break through ant-hills quite as big and biggerâsome of them twenty-feet highâhe can project as long and as gluey a tongueâtwenty inches longâhe can play it as nimbly and âlick upâ as many white ants, as any tamanoir. He can grow as fat too, and weigh as heavy, and, what is greatly to his credit, he can provide you with a most delicate roast when you choose to kill and eat him. It is true he tastes slightly of formic acid, but that is just the flavour that epicures admire. And when you come to speak of âhams,ââah! try his! Cure them well and properly, and eat one, and you will never again talk of âSpanishâ or âWestphalian.â
Hans knew the taste of those hamsâwell he did, and so too Swartboy; and it was not against his inclination, but con amore, that the latter set about butchering the âgoup.â Swartboy knew how precious a morsel he held between his fingers,âprecious, not only on account of its intrinsic goodness, but from its rarity; for although the aard-vark is a common animal in South Africa, and in some districts even numerous, it is not every day the hunter can lay his hands upon one. On the contrary, the creature is most difficult to capture; though not to kill, for a blow on the snout will do that.
But just as he is easily killed when you catch him, in the same proportion is he hard to catch. He is shy and wary, scarce ever comes out of his burrow but at night; and even then skulks so
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