The Land of Footprints. Stewart Edward White

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       Stewart Edward White

      The Land of Footprints

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066228347

Table of Contents

       I. ON BOOKS OF ADVENTURE

       II. AFRICA

       III. THE CENTRAL PLATEAU

       IV. THE FIRST CAMP

       V. MEMBA SASA

       VI. THE FIRST GAME CAMP

       VII. ON THE MARCH

       VIII. THE RIVER JUNGLE

       IX. THE FIRST LION

       X. LIONS

       XI. LIONS AGAIN

       XII. MORE LIONS

       XIII. ON THE MANAGING OF A SAFARI

       XIV. A DAY ON THE ISIOLA

       XV. THE LION DANCE

       XVI. FUNDI

       XVII. NATIVES

       XVIII. IN THE JUNGLE

       XIX. THE TANA RIVER

       XX. DIVERS ADVENTURES ALONG THE TANA

       XXI. THE RHINOCEROS

       XXII. THE RHINOCEROS-(continued)

       XXIII. THE HIPPO POOL

       XXIV. BUFFALO

       XXV. THE BUFFALO-continued

       XXVI. JUJA

       XXVII. A VISIT AT JUJA

       XXVIII. A RESIDENCE AT JUJA

       XXIX. CHAPTER THE LAST

       APPENDIX I

       APPENDIX II

       GAME ANIMALS COLLECTED

       APPENDIX III

       APPENDIX IV. THE AMERICAN IN AFRICA

       IN WHICH HE APPEARS AS DIFFERENT FROM THE ENGLISHMAN

       APPENDIX V. THE AMERICAN IN AFRICA

       WHAT HE SHOULD TAKE

I. ON BOOKS OF ADVENTURE

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      Books of sporting, travel, and adventure in countries little known to the average reader naturally fall in two classes-neither, with a very few exceptions, of great value. One class is perhaps the logical result of the other.

      Of the first type is the book that is written to make the most of far travels, to extract from adventure the last thrill, to impress the awestricken reader with a full sense of the danger and hardship the writer has undergone. Thus, if the latter takes out quite an ordinary routine permit to go into certain districts, he makes the most of travelling in “closed territory,” implying that he has obtained an especial privilege, and has penetrated where few have gone before him. As a matter of fact, the permit is issued merely that the authorities may keep track of who is where. Anybody can get one. This class of writer tells of shooting beasts at customary ranges of four and five hundred yards. I remember one in especial who airily and as a matter of fact killed all his antelope at such ranges. Most men have shot occasional beasts at a quarter mile or so, but not airily nor as a matter of fact: rather with thanksgiving and a certain amount of surprise. The gentleman of whom I speak mentioned getting an eland at seven hundred and fifty yards. By chance I happened to mention this to a native Africander.

      “Yes,” said he, “I remember that; I was there.”

      This interested me-and I said so.

      “He made a long shot,” said I.

      “A GOOD long shot,” replied the Africander.

      “Did you pace the distance?”

      He laughed. “No,” said he, “the old chap was immensely delighted. 'Eight hundred yards if it was an inch!' he cried.”

      “How far was it?”

      “About three hundred and fifty. But it was a long shot, all right.”

      And it was! Three hundred and fifty yards is a very long shot. It is over four city blocks-New York size. But if you talk often enough and glibly enough of “four and five hundred yards,” it does not sound like