Category: Adventure

Jock of the Bushveld

Of the people who live lonely lives, on the veld or elsewhere, few do so of their own free choice. Some there are shut off from all their kind-- souls sheathed in some film invisible, through which no thrill of sympathy may pass; some barred by their self-consciousness, heart...

Chapters

2. CHAPTER TWO.

So from the Lydenburg Goldfields prospectors `humping their swags' or driving their small pack-donkeys spread afield, and transport-riders with their long spans and rumbling wag...

17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

The summer slipped away--the full-pulsed ripeness; of the year; beauty and passion; sunshine and storm; long spells of peace and gentleness, of springing life and radiant glory;...

5. CHAPTER FIVE.

After that day no one spoke of "The Rat" or "The Odd Puppy," or used any of the numberless nicknames that they had given him, such as "The Specimen," "The Object," "Number 6," "...

20. CHAPTER TWENTY.

There was no hunting for several days after the affair with the koodoo cow. Jock looked worse the following day than he had done since recovering consciousness: his head and nec...

8. CHAPTER EIGHT.

We were outspanned near some deep shaded water-holes, and at about three o'clock I took my rifle and wandered off in the hope of dropping across something for the larder and hav...

4. CHAPTER FOUR.

There were six puppies, and as the waggons were empty we fixed up a roomy nest in one of them for Jess and her family. There was no trouble with Jess; nobody interfered with her...

26. CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.

We had not touched fresh meat for many days, as there had been no time for shooting; but I knew that game was plentiful across the river in the rough country between the Kaap an...

25. CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.

It was Pettigrew's Road that brought home to me, and to others, the wisdom of the old transport-riders' maxim: `Take no risks.' We all knew that there were `fly' belts on the ol...

9. CHAPTER NINE.

Not all our days were spent in excitement--far far from it. For six or seven months the rains were too heavy, the heat too great, the grass too rank, and the fever too bad in th...

6. CHAPTER SIX.

Jock's first experience in hunting was on the Crocodile River not far from the spot where afterwards we had the great fight with The Old Crocodile. In the summer when the heavy...

24. did. And that was reason enough!

We had one round of drinks which was `called' by one of the horsemen, and then, to return the compliment, another round called by one of us. A few minutes later Seedling announc...

16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

No one had doubted Jess's courage, even when we saw her come back alone: we knew there was something wrong, but in spite of every care and effort we could not find out what it w...

14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

The last day of each trip in the Bush veld was always a day of trial and hard work for man and beast. The Berg stood up before us like an impassable barrier. Looked at from belo...

22. CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.

We reached the Crocodile River drift on a Sunday morning, after a particularly dry and dusty night trek. `Wanting a wash' did not on such occasions mean a mild inclination for a...

15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

There is a spot on the edge of the Berg which we made our summer quarters. When September came round and the sun swung higher in the steely blue, blazing down more pitilessly th...

12. CHAPTER TWELVE.

I am very much afraid that most people would consider him rather a bad lot. The fact of the matter is he belonged to another period and other conditions. He was simply a great p...

21. CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

Mungo was not a perfect mount, but he was a great improvement on Snowball; he had a wretched walk, and led almost as badly as his predecessor; but this did not matter so much be...

19. CHAPTER NINETEEN.

Half-way between the Crocodile and Komati Rivers, a few miles south of the old road, there are half a dozen or more small kopjes between which lie broad richly grassed depressio...

7. CHAPTER SEVEN.

When the hen pecked Jock on the nose, she gave him a useful lesson in the art of finding out what you want to know without getting into trouble. As he got older, he also learned...

18. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

Snowball was an `old soldier'--I say it with all respect! He had been through the wars; that is to say, he had seen the ups and downs of life and had learnt the equine equivalen...

13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

Jock disliked kaffirs: so did Jim. To Jim there were three big divisions of the human race--white men, Zulus, and niggers. Zulu, old or young, was greeted by him as equal, frien...

1. CHAPTER ONE.

Of the people who live lonely lives, on the veld or elsewhere, few do so of their own free choice. Some there are shut off from all their kind-- souls sheathed in some film invi...

11. CHAPTER ELEVEN.

Jock had learned one very clever trick in pulling down wounded animals. It often happens when you income unexpectedly upon game that they are off before you see them, and the on...

27. CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.

When the trip was squared off and the boys paid, there was nothing left. Jim went home with waggons returning to Spitzkop: once more--for the last time--grievously hurt in digni...

10. CHAPTER TEN.

Jock was lost twice: that is to say, he was lost to me, and, as I thought, for ever. It came about both times through his following up wounded animals and leaving me behind, and...

30. CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.

NOTE.--_The spelling of Cape Dutch and native names is in many cases not to be determined by recognised authority. The pronunciation cannot be quite accurately suggested through...

3. CHAPTER THREE.

Good dogs were not easy to get; I had tried hard enough for one before starting, but without success. Even unborn puppies had jealous prospective owners waiting to claim them.

28. CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.

But I never saw my dog again. For a year or so he lived something of the old veld life, trekking and hunting; from time to time I heard of him from Ted and others: stories seeme...

29. CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.

Mamba.--This is believed to be the largest and swiftest of the deadly snakes, and one of the most wantonly vicious. The late Dr Colenso (Bishop of Zululand) in his Zulu dictiona...

23. CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

On the way to Lydenburg, not many treks from Paradise Camp, we were outspanned for the day. Those were the settled parts; on the hills and in the valleys about us were the widel...