Charlevoix county herald., 1912-09-14

campers.
A few hours later gray columns OF
smoke rose perhaps i've miles TO the
south. Hungry and thirsting and
bleeding from thorn scratches. set
out toward the smoke az fast as l
could In my fatigued condition. Two
hours walk brought me In view OF
the unmistakable Boer lager, q
square Of whitetopped wagons around
which horses were hitched. Broad
shouldered bearded men. heavily
armed and booted, sat around the
fires. l cried with Joy and. taking
my hat in one hand and my rife In
the other. l waved them and stag
gered on as the campers rushed for
ward to meet me. 1t was a party OF
Peers searching for the same Lost
voortrekkers.
/ told them in few broken SEN
tences my incredible story. Jan Van
Vigil. the leader, listened to me In
tently.
Word was given to inspan and, ten
minutes later, oxen were dragging the
grooming wagons In long line across
the country. was placed on a horse
and led the way.
When We came in sight OF the
camp on the distant hillside the sun
was setting. Vigil decided that he
would go to the camp with me and
lay out a plan OF action before the
natives learned Of the arrival Of the
Boer commando. We reached the
tent under cover OF the night, and Van
Vigil for the first time heard the mys-
tcrious roaring that came out OF the
earth.
MY God" he cried, that's the
rear Of lions, but it Is unearthly!"
you are right" l muttered. 1T
care from hell"
We left the tents and made our way
through the bush to the opening in
the rocks. When did you say they
feed a man to these devilsY' Jan
asked. looked at the stars and saw
1t was about an hour from midnight.
In an hour. or perhaps two" I
answered.
Without a word Van Vigil turned on
his heel and walked away. I followed
him down hill for some distance.
What shall we do?"
We shall do what we always do
an eve for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!
Return to the tent, and when you hear
an owl screech twice come back TO
the cave"
l returned to the camp. armed my
self and filled my bandoleer with all
the cartridges 1t would bold. After
an imr atient wait l heard the signal
and made my way to the mouth of
the Gen. AS i passed through the
bush black figure rose before me.
We are here" said Van Vigil IF
they come tonight the lions will have
more than their FILL"
| An hour passed, when the brushing
of men through the bush caught our
ears. In the opening a troop OF men
was carrying a body bound tight in
| a hammock. They halted before the
cave and, moment later, the torches
illuminated the night, and they danced
around their victim. Then, when the
slow whir! ceased, two of them raised
the body and carried it toward the
mouth of the pit.
A roar of horrid welcome came from
| the depths of the den, cut by the
crack of a rifle driving a bullet into
the hear. of the black nearest the
hole. With a groan he dropped the
hammock and fell dead. The natives
hurled their torches to the ground
and tried to escape. The bushes
we're riyen with flashes as a merci-
lees hail of bullets poured from tho
guns of the Beers On every side dry
grass and brush set on fire by the
torches blazed up. showing the saw
ages against the livid background.
Frantic with the pelt of the bullets
and the raging flames that leaped
from the grass around their bodies,
they rushed in their madness toward
the only break in the ring of rifle
men, unmindful that 1t was the mouth
OF the pit. or seeking any cover from
the fire. In moment We saw them
plunging headlong into the depths of
the den and heard the roaring rise
TO tho pitch of fury as the waiting
lions bounded on their prey.
When the last man fell with a
screech We rushed forward and
dragged the unconscious soldier from
the burning grass.
The next day we returned to the
den and filled the mouth with lighted
bundles OF bushes and dry grass to
scare back the lions When the fire
burned out we entered and found the
brutes suffocated by the smoke In the
farthest recesses of the caves. Scat
tered about on the stony floor were
fragments OF human skeletons and
rags and patches of clothing and leath-
err. and we saw the tattered fel,
schoen of the Beers mingled with the
uniform OF the Portuguese soldiers
Rings and trinkets, which Van Vigl's
party recognized as belonging to the
voortrekkers, made the horrid identi
fications beyond question.
There could be no possible doubt
that the adventurous party OF Pet Du
Toit had fallen sick like our own and