A Tale of Adventure in Southern Africa
or it was the roar of the lion; not one lion, but more like a score of them, roaring together, as if each was doing its best to outroar all the rest. The place appeared to be infested with the formidable brutes--a very lair of them; and the fearful fracas they were making caused horses, oxen, cows--in short, every four-footed creature in the train to dance affrightedly about as though no longer feeling fatigue. To ordinary travellers the noise, with its attendant dangers, would have been appalling; and even among them there was momentary alarm. But they were Boers of the Transvaal, of courage proverbial and historic; still more, Vee-Boers, who are as much hunters as graziers, and little regard to the lion's roar. It was only because of there being such a chorus of it, that they were for a time taken back.
Soon recovering themselves, however, there was a general rush towards the waggons, in which they habitually kept their roers [Note 3]; when, each armed himself with one of these long guns, fr