The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1894-09-03
CHASED BY WILD TRIBEsMEN.
both SCOUTS WE'RE SHOT AND
ONE FATALLY WOUNDED.
4 Ride for Life in Matabele
Land

| The frontiersman in the African bush
is exposed to many dangers. among the
most serious of which are assaults from
hostile natives and from wild animals.
Mr. Charles Montague, In his Tales of
Nomad." tells of II narrow escape he
had while on a scouting expedition in
Mstabele land. lie and a comrade had
travelled through a small neck of land
into the valley near little town OF Ba-
sutos or Africans. This was during the
night, and now, near noon, they were
waiting for darkness to return with
their report. Cnfortuntely, they had
Numbered upon some newly cultivated
ground. and left distinct Impressions of
their horses hoofs. and, these being dis
covered by some Basuto women, hub
bub speedily ensued.
"By George! it's all up!'' said G.
Come on: there isn't moment to lose:
Chuck on the saddles for a life and
death gallop."
horses were picketed, threw on the sad
dies and brides, and in less than min
ute were heading back for the entrance
to the valley at smart, hard galiop.
Hold your horse together, y. Ihere
is no saying what call we may not have
to make upon the way"
Rising slightly from the saddle to ease
my horse. / gave the brave beast a cou,
pie of pats on the side of the neck, for I
felt that he would not fail me at
pinch.
Sect shouted G. Look at those
on the hill That is the alarm signal.
the side of the hill from that Internal
we do, they will form a line across It,
and it will be a hundred to one II we get
through them alive, SO let out your
NJ, u ,f
our death-ride, had feeling almost Of
xultation, and could have shouted
aloud; My good horse, putting, and
snorting as he bore upon the bit. the
the wind whistling past my ears-all
tended to raise my spirits. Men ride in
earnest when the hounds are running
into sinking fox, but no men ever rode
our dear lives; A strained, sinew. a
stumble, a girth failing, and I should
not have been here to-day.
The natives were rushing down in
hundreds to reach the neck first.
Nearer and yet nearer-we were al
most at the neck-from the hills on the
guard of those who were coming from
the village, were running down into the
valley to block our track.
We saw that we must pass them
was merely a question of seconds as to
whether we got past them at all. We
bent our horses to the left. for they
were almost in front Of us now. G;
ride as hard as you can
l got hold of his head. and driving the
spurs rode him on the bit as we'll. and we
managed to dash past the natives within
sixty yards. As we did SO they gave a
yell. and IA volley ratified out from their
rifles, the bullets chirping and kissing all
slightly over his saddie-bow. and j felt 2
peculiar tingling sensation in my left
arm. My horse, too, gave a founder.
"Hurrah!" shouted G., as we dashed
horse was going in a very cramped way,
and had to shout to G. to draw rein.
pulled up, and on dismounting found
that my horse had been shot through the
something warm down my left arm and
hand revealed to me that 1 had been
q. galloped back and shouted: 1.-THE
horse is dead lame, leave him, and jump
behind me-" l noticed that his lips were
very white.
horse. which carried us on at a reduced
speed under the double burden. G. spoke
only once in the whole time: by George.
the only thing I regret is that hadn't
| now felt terribly faint and thirsty
from loss of blood. so as we neared the
m rSer sskea drink staR fa LED me %
water bottle. saying: please fill 1t. !
am afraid to dismount."
why, c., what Is the matter?'
"Oh. ] rather think / am shot through
the stomach. but l think l can manage
to get to camp II don't dismount."
/ handed up the water bottle. and the
of hours later we were in camp again.
c. insisted on reporting himself to the
adjutant, and having delivered his tnfor-
nation was lifted from the saddle by
friendly hands and conveyed to the hos
pital tent. Two days afterwards three
volleys were fired over the brave Eel