Lost in the Jungle

we enjoy our journey. It is true that it is hot, but we can not help it. In the bow of the canoe is a little stick, to which is attached a nice little flag showing the Stars and Stripe

, crocodiles, leopards, wild buffaloes, and gorillas; or, should we be attacked by the savages inhabiting the country, they were to be used against them. By the side of that gun was a heavy war-axe. Malaouen had his gun by him; Gambo likewise. Our formidable double-barreled breech-loader, with steel-pointed bullets, would smash, I was sure, an elephant's ribs, if the opportunity

n the event of either of us being bitten by a scorpion or so

and fruits, and wild honey. Of course our imagination ran wild. The idea of Gambo was that

had no change of clothes but a wild-cat skin. They could take it easy in the matter of clothing-sh

nting-bag I had an extra pair of thick shoes, in case thos

powder, with a goodly number

, we made large, blazing fires, and, after they had been fairly started, we laid down on the green branches of the trees we had cut, and before I knew it my men were fast asleep. The deep snore of Gambo told me that he was unconscious of

I would fall asleep, and be as unconscious of all that was round me. I thought of the wild country I was in, of the wild beasts by which I was surrounded, and I began to feel so little and so we

imble and as noiseless as I could. I had not proceeded far when my eyes opened wide open, and I became terribly excited, for I saw an animal I had never seen before-an antelope. It was the most lovely and beautiful creature of the forest I had ever seen. I stopped. It seemed to me that I had not eyes big enough to admire it. Oh, I thought, it is too beautiful to be fired at and killed. How brilliant was his c

had seen in the forest, this one was the most lovely; none could have

t kill the beast, in order to bring its skin home; for

d put an end to its life. I wish you could have seen this antelope when alive, surrounded by the green of the forest, which contrasted singularly with its bright color, and made the animal app

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m the tree, falling on its back, showing a stomach as white as milk. The others

the agonies of death, for I felt so sorry, and I wished I could see it alive again. Then the blood poured from its mouth, and stained the ground on which

it, for I could not tire look

telope to the camp. When I brought the stuffed animal to a village, the people at once shouted with tran

s, and I brought the stuffed specimen back to New York in the year 1859, and in

een in the report of the Boston

on has left

s a beautiful species. It is all black, but with a bluish tinge. When the weather was clear, and there was no prospect of an approaching storm, they flew high in the air; but if the weather was threatening, they would almost touch the bushes. When they fly high in the air, the insects on wh

rds of the equatorial regions of Africa. The woods are their home, and the open spots where plantations or v

s throat. What a beautiful little bird it is! Its days were spent flying over the river. It would take a flight, and then rest on

ds, and, after I thought I had killed enough of them to enri

e silence of the forest is its delight, and its pleasure is to skim over the waters of rivers which

these little birds, f

ls and dangers; what hardships they have to encounter when they migrate and travel over distant lands, when they cross over seas and over mountains; how many of them fall bravely before