  “Ali, come here. Take a look through these glasses and tell me what you see,” called big Bob early one morning. As he spoke he was approaching the encampment, where the Arabs were preparing breakfast, at a run. Ali looked up inquiringly, and Bob grasped him by an arm and urged him forward, past the well, through the patches of garden stuff, down among a grove of fig trees, to the edge of the oasis. They were facing eastward, and the sun which had not been up long cast a dazzling radiance over the sand dunes. These latter lay scattered indiscriminately, like the waves in a choppy sea—great bare swellings of sand, with here and there low stunted clumps of bush. At first, gazing into the path of the sun, Ali could descry nothing, but under Bob’s direction he finally located what had attracted the other’s attention. This was a number of dark black objects seeming like bushes in motion. But Ali’s better-trained desert eye solved what had merely been a puzzle to Bob, and without taking the glasses from his eyes he exclaimed “Ostriches.” “Ostriches?” Big Bob could hardly believe he had heard aright. “Why, you don’t find ostriches here, do you? I thought the only ones left in Africa were the domesticated ones on South African farms.” Ali smiled. “They run wild in the waste places and on the desert,” he said. “Great Scott,” cried Bob, in high excitement, a sudden thought striking him. “Can’t we break the monotony by having an ostrich hunt? Even if we don’t catch any, it’ll be fun.” “To hunt those birds we should have horses,” said Ali, dubiously. “They run very swift. With horses, the hunters pursue them in a great circle, relays of horsemen relieving the tired ones.” “But won’t camels do?” Bob was eager to put his scheme into effect and an appealing note crept into his voice which caused the kind-hearted Ali to smile. “We can try,” he said. “Only you must not be too disappointed, if you see them run away from you.” “All right,” promised Bob. “I won’t. Come on, let’s tell everybody,” They hurried back to the encampment and Bob’s bellow quickly caused the others to assemble. Then the news was told. It aroused less enthusiasm than Bob had looked for. None of the Arabs was keen, to go, believing that with camels it would be next to impossible to run any ostrich to ground. Besides, what would they stand to profit? Ostrich meat is tough, stringy and practically inedible. The great bird’s sole good to man is to provide feathers for women’s adornment. As for Frank, he planned to put the finishing touches to the restored radio set and could not be turned aside from his project. Mr. Hampton intended to stick by his patient who was beginning to mutter in his delirium. Most of his mutterings were in Athensian, which Mr. Hampton could recognize as such but which was meaningless to him. But in the midst of Athensian words, he believed he could distinguish an occasional French word, and this puzzled and interested him. “Well,” said Bob, disappointed, “if nobody else goes, Ali and I will go it alone.” Jack grinned. “Count me in, old thing,” he said. “I’m as keen as you for a little excitement. Only thing is, I hate to ride those dratted camels. But what must be, must be. Let’s go.” Three camels were brought up, accordingly, and saddled, and then Ali, Bob and Jack mounted and ambled away. Mr. Hampton accompanied them to the edge of the desert, warning them to look out that they did not come to close quarters with an infuriated ostrich, especially if by any chance they were unarmed. “These African ostriches stand seven or eight feet tall, boys,” he warned, “and they have tricky tempers. If by any chance you become dismounted and an ostrich charges, throw yourself flat on the sand and stay there. Then the ostrich can’t kick you. He’ll probably sit on you, but hold your position until one of your comrades can come up and shoot him. Remember, the ostrich kicks forward or sidewise, and a blow from his powerful leg can cave in a man’s head or break a horse’s leg.” “All right, Dad, we’ll be careful,” promised Jack, “but it’s hardly likely we’ll ever get to close quarters. I imagine when the ostriches see us coming, they’ll give a flirt of their tails and sail away.” During the time taken for saddling up and getting started, the ostrich herd had moved eastward and now was out of sight, even through the glasses. Ali led for the place where they had been seen, and as they rode gave the boys a little homily on the great birds they hoped soon to stalk. Ostriches are found throughout Africa, except in the central and coastal regions of great forests. Especially do they haunt the waste places and deserts, where stunted bushes furnish sufficient food for their needs. Their hardihood and fleetness makes life possible where other animals could not exist. Even sand and pebbles apparently can be digested by them, and it is a fact that the domesticated ostriches of farms and zoos have been known to swallow glass, barbed wire, bright-colored bits of metal, bed springs, and other similar objects. Unfit for food, these great birds are valued because of their beautiful feathers, which can be plucked at certain seasons of the year without harm to them. For this reason, the Arabs of northern Africa and the colonists of South Africa for long have domesticated ostriches. In South Africa alone, latest estimates were that the number of domestic ostriches was between 800,000 and 900,000. Ostrich-raising also has been introduced into California and Arizona with varying success. One of the chief worries of the ostrich raiser is proper incubation of the eggs, which take at least forty days to hatch and more frequently a full seven weeks. In their wild state, the ostriches lay their nests of great eggs—ivory white in color among the birds of the Sahara, mottled among those of Basutoland and South Africa—on the top of a sand dune, whence they can see in all directions and guard against surprise. The male takes his turn with the female in sitting on the nest. Jackals, drawn by the chance of obtaining some of these eggs, almost invariably haunt the ostriches. When an unguarded nest is found, the jackal pushes a big egg up the sand slope with his nose and then lets it roll down into the nest. Coming into contact with another egg, usually both become cracked. Then the jackal sucks the contents. There is so little on the desert to feed the jackal that the dangers he runs from the attack of an infuriated ostrich are braved in order to obtain such a succulent feast. Observers have reported seeing a jackal pursued by an ostrich and running in zigzag fashion for his burrow. If he fails to reach it in time, one swipe of the ostrich’s leg tosses him yards away and disembowels him. When the desert people conduct an ostrich hunt, it is for the purpose of capturing birds to be incorporated into their herds. They go out in numbers on fleet horses, circle widely to fixed stations, and the chase begins. The fleeing ostrich for a time can outrun the swiftest horse. Therefore, the pursuer keeps going until his horse lags, whereupon he gives way to another horseman. A desert creature, strangely enough the ostrich is not inured to great heat, and sometimes when being pursued under a hot sun will suddenly keel over, dead of apoplexy. Some of the above Ali explained to the boys as they lurched forward on camel-back. It was not their intention to kill an ostrich, but, if possible, to capture one. For this purpose, Ali had provided lengths of rope, weighted at each end, which if well cast would wrap around the legs of an ostrich and bring it down. Bags to be clapped over the head also had been provided. Ali smiled discreetly to himself, however, realizing that on camel-back and without practise, it was next to impossible that either Jack or Bob would succeed in bagging an ostrich. The latter pair, however, while resolved to do their best, given the opportunity, were under no illusion, either. They did not count on capturing an ostrich. What they sought was a closer view of them, a chase and the attendant excitement. That would repay them for the trip, would provide a welcome break in the dullness of their days. Before leaving, each had taken with him a small radio receiving set, fastened in the crown of the solar topee or sun hat. It differed materially from the set Frank had borne on camel back as they approached the oasis, and over which they had received Professor Souchard’s last message. This set was built on a small panel fastened on the inside of the sun helmet. To use it, it would be necessary to halt and set up an aerial and bury a ground. The ground, a small mass of zinc, was carried slung to Bob’s saddle, and the aerial—seventy-five feet of thin wire, hung coiled in the same place. A pair of jointed steel rods, of special construction, both light and durable, was strapped to his rifle scabbard. Before returning, it was planned to set up the aerial, and test whether Frank had succeeded in repairing the Professor’s sending station. Presently, surmounting a sand dune slightly in advance of the others, while Bob and Jack still struggled up its sliding slopes, Ali placing the glasses to his eyes saw the ostriches due east and about a mile and a half away. He dropped back at once, cautioning the boys to stay beside him rather than surmount the dune. “Ostriches have very good sight, and almost as good hearing,” he explained. “I will stay here, and do you two work to right and left of me under shelter of these sand dunes until you judge we have the herd encircled. Then I’ll approach and start them. You keep your stations until I turn over the chase to one or other of you. The ostriches will run in a wide circle.” “All right,” said Bob. “I’m off.” And he started away to the left. With a wave of the hand, Jack set out to the right, little dreaming of the momentous events to occur before he saw Bob again. |
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