TRAPPED IN A PIT WITH A COBRA.
A Genera), whose name Mr loglis does not give, tells the following story of his experience lo a pit-trap Id att Indian j ingle In " Tent Lifa m Tiger Land" :— I was harrying aloug a alight track, when bane, oil at ooc<?, duvrn I went Into a concealed pit. Bab now comas the ourlOUB part of the sffdlr, I went flop I ilralght down Into a deep, dlenoal bole, and al the bottom landed right op to my waist In a deposit of tenaoleos clayey mad. Regular " pank" it was. In fabt,- when I tried to siroggla and free myself I foand I was he'd as firm as if I had been birdlimed. I shuddered as I noticed the dismal sarroondiDgß' There were several greht gaunt-louklog yellowish-green fcoga peering at me with curious eyca ; and then as I tamed my head around a little 1 made a discovery that nude my very heart cease beating for a minute, and Beat every drop of blood Id my body boundlDg back In my veins. There, right on a 'evel with my face, its length half concealed m a crevice m the crumbling sides of the pit, its hood half expanded, its forked tongue quivering as it jarked it out and m, and its eyes glittering with a balofnl glare, I saw a great oobra. I felt utterly helpless and despairing, and for a moment my heart whispered to me that my end had oomc. Then| I experienced a sort of nervoos recklessness. I (oppose it was " the fnry o f despair " we read about. I know I ottered a savage carsa, and snatoMng my hard helmet, I hit the brute a smashing blow In the face, and then began a fight for life. It was a big powerful snake. The blow bad only maddened It,- Its hood expanded, its hisstog filled the pit, and swaying and rearing its clammy length it launched full at my face. My gun was lying choked up with dirt, and half buried m the " pank," but I bad my huntlDg 'knife with me, and while I parried the fierce darts of the infuriated brnto with my helmet, 1 made quick stabs and slashes at It whenever I could get the chance, and after a short, exciting struggle it succumbed, and tried to withdraw behind the crevioe, but with a alioo of my knife I nearly severed its head from its body. And then for awhile— you may laugh at me or no, aa you will— all was a blank. I muat have fainted, The weary hours dragged along. It was intensely still and sultry above, I cocjaotured, for even m the .deep, dank pit the air was stifl ng and oppressive, and I could not detect a sound or rustle m the vegetation that overhung- the mouth- of my living tomb. I could now eae that the day was waning, The beat had become if possible still more sultry and inteuge. and once or twice I had fancied I heard a low muttering, tumbling sound m if of distant thunder. The clouds were hurrying up m tremendous i olid masses, and soon a big drop of rain began to come hurtling through the overhanging grass, and another dread began to take possession of my mind. I knew what was coming. ..... From a hundred tiny crevices and gaps m the edge of my pit, thp troubled turbid rainwater began to trickle down, ptumbling the clay away, and I was soon drenched to the skin, and felt with alarm the water beginning slowly but surely to mount up the sides of the pit. I thought then it wbb all up with me I can hardly describe to you my thoughts. I knew I thought of home. I reviewed my past life. I made desperate struggles again and again to free myself. I shouted and screamed for help. I believe I prayed and swore. In fact, for the time I bolieve I must have gpne demented, but I found myself utterly powerless, The miry clay aud treacherous " pank " held me firm, and than again I must have relapsed into unconsciousness. When I pama to myself it wai barely light, It was ■till raining heavily apd steadily, the big drops plashed down $ I ooold see a dull leaden sky above, and I knew the ** nullahs" and watercourses wonld soon be fall. The battle of the elements had ceased, and but for the continuous crash of falling rain, all was still. The water In the pit was nearly up to my shoulderr.
I felt 1 wm doomed to die, and a sort of sullen, despairing stupor took possession of me I had now given up all hope when, hark ! I thought I heard the sound of a human voice 1 With all the agony of despair 1 raised a cry for help. Them was an awful pause, tnd then 1 heard my faithful Beeka qrylng m response. Again I orled our, and I soon saw his dear old wrinkled face peering down at me from the eJge of the pit " Well. ' how did (bey manage to gel you out f I asked. " Ob, that was not so easy, but [ they managed it ; some of them out down | stpllngi and managed to make a sort of [ ladder, and Baeka came down with a long I ' lathee,' and loosened the ' pank' round , my body aoffioiently for me to do the rest i for myself. Then they tied tbeli ' pug* ] grees ' and ' cummerbunds ' together, and } I knotted these round my waist and under I my armpits, and with that help, they » tugging away at the Jree ends, I managed | to olamber out "
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Ashburton Guardian, Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2036, 14 January 1889
TRAPPED IN A PIT WITH A COBRA. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2036, 14 January 1889
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