Harry Castlemon

Harry Castlemon

Summary

Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Oscar in Africa

The moment the young hunter and his companion rode out of the water-course a cloud of dust arose in the distance, and through it Oscar obtained his first view of one of the most dreaded animals in Africa—a buffalo; not the timid bison of our Western plains—which is not a buffalo at all—but a beast that is so savage that it is always ready to charge any living thing that comes in its way, so active and determined that a single lion cannot whip it in a fair fight, and so powerful that it has been known to overturn a heavily loaded Cape wagon with the greatest ease.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Oscar in Africa

Oscar was not frightened; he was only excited—very highly excited, too—for his hands trembled, and his heart beat audibly, as he took his heaviest rifle from its case and pushed a couple of cartridges in the barrels.
"You are never going to shoot at him?" cried McCann.
"You just let me get a fair sight at him, and see if I don't shoot," was Oscar's reply.
"Then we're all dead men," declared the terrified after-rider. "He'll jump right into the wagon."
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Oscar in Africa

He was fairly convulsed with laughter.
"Aha, my fine fellow," said he to himself; "you are the high-toned lord who would not hunt with strangers, especially American boys! I know what is the matter with you, and if your arrogance has met with another rebuke I am very glad of it."
After a few turns across the room the colonel seemed to have worked off a little of his rage, for he stopped and looked out at one of the other windows.
Just then Oscar's oxen came into the stable-yard, and a fine-looking lot they were—large, powerful animals, as black as jet and as sleek as moles.
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