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I had succeeded in raising a heap of about four feet in height, when darkness again came upon me; I worked on as long as I could see to dig, but at last I began to find that I was trying to make my way through the solid rock, and therefore determined to try and obtain some sleep. As soon as I began to cool, I felt all the gnawing pains of an empty stomach, for I had been upwards of thirty hours without food. I was very thankful that I possessed water in abundance, for I knew, from experience, that thirst was more painful to endure than hunger. I was so tired that I had not much difficulty in going to sleep, but I was again disturbed by the hyenas coming and shrieking at the mouth of the pit. There seemed to be a greater number of them, as though my first visitors had brought all their friends to see the rare sight of a white man in a pit. Every now and then, I could see a portion of a dark form appear against the sky, whilst some of them were smelling or scratching near the mouth of the pit. At length the whole of the yelling crew tore up the ground, as though determined to get at me. One, more eager than his companions, tore up the turf round the hole, which fell in large clods almost upon me. To avoid this shower, I moved to a more sheltered part of the pit. In the midst of their excitement, one of them ventured so near the edge of the pit that the ground gave way under him, and he fell headlong almost on the spot where I had been resting a few minutes before !
I fully expected, when the creature found itself shut up in an enclosed place like that in which we were prisoners, that, cowardly as it was, it would still, in self-defence, commence an attack upon me. I therefore drew back as far as I could, and dropping on my knees, grasped my hunting-knife with one hand and my coat with the other,
for I intended, if possible, to thrust the coat into his mouth with one hand, and cut his throat with the knife in the other.
It was too dark to allow me to see the animal, but I could hear it breathing loudly, and sniffing round the sides of the pit, but it would not come near the corner where I crouched.
The hyena, after remaining quiet for several minutes, suddenly began scratching in the corner where I had been digging. The brute worked on without tiring, and I began to believe that its instinct told it that in that direction there was a means of escape. evident, from the noise, that it did more work in halfan-hour than I had done in a whole day. I really felt as though the hyena were my friend, and resolved, unless in self-defence, or to save myself from starving, I would not harm the animal.
After a more fierce onslaught than usual, the hyena suddenly stopped scratching, and there was a noise as of struggling, after which all was quiet. I listened, but except a slight noise, as of an animal moving rapidly through the long grass at the pit's mouth, I could hear nothing. I fancied he must be tired, or resting himself, but after half-an-hour's quiet, I began really to hope and believe the creature had effected its escape. I feared to move. before daylight appeared, and, oh! how slowly it came. At last a faint gleam was visible, and I strained my sight to catch a glimpse of my companion; but he was gone, and in the place where I had worked, a large gaping hole appeared. I scrambled over to it, and on looking in, saw daylight at the further end. Half-an-hour's work with my knife widened it enough to allow me to push myself through, and I
then found myself in another pit, the sides of which, however, were sloping, and easily ascended.
I waited for ten minutes to recover myself, and to thank God for my escape. I then sought for ny gun, which I found, and with difficulty hobbled home, where I made a good meal, but took care not to eat too much, after which I turned into bed, and slept as I never remember having slept before.
THE SPANISH ARMADA.
1. Attend all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise, I tell of the thrice-famous deeds she wrought in ancient
days, When the great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest stores of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.
2. It was about the lovely close of a warm summer's day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth
Bay; Her crew had seen Castile's black fleet beyond Aurigny's
isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile ; At sunset she escaped their van, by God's especial grace; And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in chase.
3. Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the
The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgcumbe's lofty
Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast; And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post.
4. With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff
comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers, before him sound the
drums; His yeomen, round the market-cross, made clear an ample
space, For there behoves him to set up the standard of her Grace.
5. And haughtily the trumpet peals, and gaily dance the
bells, As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down!
6. So stalked he when he turned to flight on that famed
Picard field, Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Cæsar's eagle
shield : So glared he when at Agincourt in wrath he turned to
bay, And crushed and torn beneath his paws the princely hunters lay.
7. Ho! strike the flag-staff deep, Sir Knight; ho! scatter
flowers, fair maids : Ho! gunners' fire a loud salute : ho! gallants draw your Thou sun, shine on her joyously-ye breezes waft her
wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM—the banner of our pride.
8. The freshening breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massive
fold, The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll
of gold; Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple seaSuch night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be.
9. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to
Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the warning radiance
spread; High on St Michael's Mount it shone-it shone on Beachy Head.
10. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern
shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points
The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering
waves, The rugged miners poured to war from Mendip's sunless
11. O'er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the fiery
herald flew; He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of