NIGHTS OF TERROR IN AFRICA’S JUNGLE

Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6805, 8 January 1929, Page 3

NIGHTS OF TERROR IN AFRICA’S JUNGLE

"Lawrence of Africa” Tells of Strange and Terrifying Adventures Up and down tho African coast in native encampments, and among the traders who deal in pelts and ivory, you are vikely to hear strange tales of a young Scot who bids fair to earn for himself the title of Lawrence of Africa. His exploits arc coniincd to big game hunting, but his phenomcual success, the sureness of his hand and eye, and the haidbreadth escapes that have befallen him, have made Alexander Yvardlaw a. man of mystery and endless anecdotes. A Grim Prophecy. He began by running away from school. At twelve and g-half he joined the Black Watch and fought in the War; he was at that time live feet four inches in height, and weighed ten stone! His age was discovered, however and he was discharged. In 1915 he re-enlisted and kept his secret until 1917, when lie was again sent back. He then went to Australia, a boy in years and a man in experience. He tried farming until the drought broke him. This cool youngster then knocked about Ihe South Sea Islands for a spell; had a look at New Zealand; hiked all over (he United States and Canada, where he “whiled away the time with a bit of bootlegging,’’ and in 1920, at the age of 18, returned to his native Scotland firmly decided to settle down. One afternoon, however, he went with his mother on a visit to a woman "who was locally famous for her power of second sight. “Alex,” she said, “you will soon leave for Africa; you will lie for nights in the jungle, where a stick 'will save you . And when I sec you again you will bear scars' on your arm and forehead, and a broken knuckle.” Alex grinned at this, but the wanderlust had him, and within a fortnight he was working his passage on a 400ton boat from Glasgow bound for Sydney. . Ho left tho ship at Durban, and in half-an-hour secured a job as overseer in a coalmine at £4O a month. His job, which was mainly superintending the native miners, involved him in several scuffles, and ended in a light with a six-foot black. Wardlaw beat his man, but broke the knuckle of his right hand.

Trampled, to Death. • “I recalled that woman’s words,” he said, and saw with some consternation that she had already proved on two points. After a few months, Wardlaw, who had saved a useful sum from his wages, decided to try big game hunting. He bought second-hand rifles and equipment, hired two native boys, a tracker, and a guti-bearcr, and started after elephants in Rhodesia. * On his first day he came upon a clearing near Kashitu. .Signs round the water-hole told of a herd of elephants in the vicinity, and a low rumble was heard as the monsters ambled through the bush for their morning drink. Wardlaw handed a gun to his bearer, and told him to shoot the first elephant to appear, knowing that the biggest of tho herd always leads the way to water. By a mischance, however, the first proved to be a baby elephant, which the native dropped with a single shot.

“I saw his mistake at once,” continued the hunter, “and knew only too well the consequences. I leaped aside and swarmed up the nearest tree, dropping my rifle and shouting to my bearer to do the same. But before the poor fellow could move an inch the cow elephant, a huge beast, rounded the corner, saw her dead offspring, and sighted the native. In a flash the elephant had covered the intervening 25 yards, and was on the wretched nigger —like that!” He clapped his hands expressively. “A man on tho fastfest racehorse could not have escaped. That elephant’s Tovengc was terrible. From above I was forced to watch her trample, dance, and jump on tho body of my unfortunate bearer for two and a half hours, until nothing of the tragedy remained but a dull-reddish-brown patch of soaked grass. There was not a vestige of recognisable flesh or bone.”

For most men this would have been enough for one day, but Wardlaw was determined to wreak vengeance for his lost bearer, and with, the remaining boy who had waited out way, he followed the herd, and from the top of a tree brought down three. Their tusks earned him £6OO for his first day’s hunting! He decided that his fortune lay in this pursuit of ivory, and after purchasing heavier guns in Bulawayo, and employing three native hunters, he began in earnest at a place called Ncbauga, on the Übangi River, between French and Belgian Congo. His days uero spent in shooting, and at periods he would load his tusks in canoes and take them down to Shasaville, where he sold them to tho Arab dealers. Ho cleared a profit of £2,000 in less than IS months—and he was only 21! His Record Bag,

Seeking variety, ho decided to go after lions. He heard that a man had recently bagged seven in a single night at a place called Maktau, near Kilknan,faro. He immediately went there and took up his position iu a small wooden shed beside a railway track. Above the shed was a water tank for the engines; this leaked, forming puddles on the ground, tho only water for miles around.

“On my first night I made a record for Kenya Colony, and it may be for the world,” he continued. “I removed a board from tho side of the hut, and, sitting quite comfortably in a. deck chair inside, and in complete darkness, awaited the stealthy approach of the game. “A broken twig and a pair of baleful eyes only a yard from mine gave tho alarm, and I tired—my first trophy. Throughout tho night the kings of tho

forest came to drink, and I bagge-d 13 full grown lions.” “In January last year,” ho went on, “I left Dar-cs-Salaam for the Belgian Congo—this time in search of leopards. Each night I would set a.nd bait steeljaw traps and inspect, them the following morning. For some days I drew a series of depressing blanks. Then one morning a huge,roaring brute was tearing at the trap. lYarily I paced around to seo how tho animal was caught and found that it was held bv a hand daw only. “At that moment the leopard made a mighty leap and broke clear. His leap carried him on top of me. A claw ripped my arm to ribbons, and 1 went down with the beast on top. With vicious playfulness he dabbed a claw at my forehead, ripping a piece of flesh clean away. Then he raised his head and howled for his mate, and in tVat moment of respite I was able to draw my clasp knivc and thrust to his heart.. He leaped five yards and dropped dead. “Even as I lay there, sweating and shivering alternately with (he reaction, I remembered again that Scottish woman’s forecast. Was she to be wholly right in her grim prophecy? It came about thus: —

A number of natives and occasional whites brought Wardlaw weird tales of an enormous “'phantom elephant,” so called because it was accredited with four tusks, a valuable freak. This was too much for the young Scot’s adventurous spirit, and, getting together a band of carriers, ho went on its trail. The Phantom Elephant. When 050 miles from the nearest outpost of civilisation (Albertville) he sighted his quarry, a huge, uncannylooking brute with double the normal pair of tusks. If ho had caught it, it would havo earnc-d him £SOOO as-a museum specimen. As it was, he managed to w,ound it, and for days followed hard upon its bloody spoor. At a point where the jungle closed in to shut out all sunlight., where the undergrowth and trees formed one thick mass of foliage, hot and fetid, Wardlaw suddenly pitched forward on his face —a victim of blaekvvater fever. To a man the natives turned and bolted. Two yards from the stricken man lay his rifle.

With the coming of night, Wardlaw regained consciousness, only to find that ho was too weak to shout or raise a finger. All through that bitterly cold night, as icy as the day was burning, lie lay awake and staring with only the dread jungle folk for company. Tlie moruing came and he was still alive. In his bottle he had two pints of water, which, with infinite pains, he managed to raise to his lips and sip sparingly. That day he moved exactly 12 inches nearer his rifle; it was all his fevered frame could achieve. At night fresh horrors awaited him.' “If ever a man was near to madness, I was then,” he said, and his eyes betrayed the horror not yet wholly effaced. “I was parched, yet it meant a tremendous effort to raise the bottle to my lips; and I had the sense only to drink when absolutely forced. The next day I crawled a few inches nearer my gun, and on the fourth day I reached it.

“All that night I fired round after round in the dual hope of attracting help and scaring the brutes of the forest. No help came, and my little store of strength was failing fast. On the seventh day my water gave out, and for two more days of agony I lay without a drop to allay the fever.”

On the ainth day he was found by a native runner, who promptly fetched tho headman of the nearest tribe. The headman brought with him a small stick and that far-off woman’s prophecy was complete. The stick was from the root of a medicinal tree, and with it the headman brewed a fluid which ho gave to the sick man. Natives then carried him 650 miles to the hospital at Albertville, and Wardlaw pulled through, though for two months after his ordeal he was stone-blind. /