Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1914-02-21
HELD BY BABOONS
A Rash Adventure Wherein the
Hunter Was Hunted.
CLIMAX OF A CURIOUS BATTLE

NoWh kne F7Hl-A Lucky Escape
When l was in South Africa. a CORE
| spOndent writes. | left Mangwe one
afternoon in company with a couple of
men who Were travelling up country
We rode at slow canter through the
| long grass, for grass grows long in AT
RIGA, over your head very often. None
of us carried gun or even a revolver.
All we had were sjamboks. whips
made of single strip of hippopotamus
hide and stout enough TO MAIN a man
if the blow We're well directed.
We We're about a mile below the only
pass in the south of the Matoppo hills
that leads through to Buaway0. Sud
denly we saw that the grass ON our
left was being disturbed over a pretty
wide area. and out of curiosity we rode
over We found out that the grass
was simply alive with hundreds of ba-
boOnS marching toward the hill
There We're brown balloons and gray
bGboons and balloons almost black. lit
tie balloons. big balloons. mamma ba-
boons, pickaninuy balloons and old
granddads almost white with age We
reined in our horses and watched.
They showed no fear and no desire to
get acquainted with us. They looked
at US over their shoulders, the mann
mas Rugged their babies tighter, and
they quickened their pace
We ought to have let them pass. but
one of the fellows suggested in spirit
of mischief that we should help them
along. Before you could say knife"
the three of us were in among them
and began to slash with our sjamboks
in all directions The balloons jab-
bered and showed their teeth, but new
er attempted to attack us. We were
safe so long as we were mounted
Pretty soon they came to a clump Of
trees. which they tried to climb. But
the trees were thOrny and they had
to give it up. Then they started for
the hills again.
We drove them right to the foot of
the. hills, but there we had to stop. for
we could not take our horses over the
rocks The balloons swarmed up like
acrObats. | didn't stop to think, but
was off my horse and after them. My
friends called to me to stay where l
was, but | was up that hill almost
as quickly as the balloons were.
A black old man blboOn was near
est, and | made a rush for him. He
didn't run. l cut at him with the
whip. He only barred his teeth and
snarled | looked round. On every
side were big men balloons. and each
barred his teeth as caught his eye.
They had no intention 70 run away
from me or to let me get away from
them.
lost my nerve and couldn't even
think of Il way out All | could DO
was to back up to rock keep the
balloons at bay with my sjambok
and wait there until my companions
could come to my rescue Before I'd
gone two steps stones began 60 fly
stones of no small size, either. Luck
lily baboon is not good markSmau
He makes "A jump as he throws. Those
balloons hit one another as often as
they hit me.
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Ahal gave me none, IL 'He| "-"N {
mean 10 '~'A NE WHY H'' i'.'eh u'" u
'Ae hIii uhtH my 'o1lahIo"9 '"u''
reach nae?
80 changed nay dlfeet+oH anu ahil'
the fusillade OF stones approached the
DRINK OF the decAYltF. reicl"o u at
last anu began carefully 20 back o"Wh.
Ihe stones fell THESE jllan ever. In
protection had to hold nay "rme
over my head All the time there was
q bideous labberiug aud e'reHnln-
Presently ! was Yirtuai.T underneath
some Of them. The old black fellow
who had first faced Me picked np "a
rock as big as himself and dropped H.
| lodged. stumbled over a rock behind
nee and fell
Then | knew what they were wait
ing for score Of them We're ON nae
IN moment ih'} tore ana b.l nee