Recollections of William Finaughty, Elephant Hunter 1864-1875
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Recollections of WILLIAM FINAUGHTY ELEPHANT HUNTER, 1864-1875 Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation http://archive.org/details/recollectionsofw1916will THE RECOLLECTIONS OF WILLIAM FINAUGHTY ELEPHANT HUNTER 1864-1875 PRESS OP J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY EAST WASHINGTON SQUARE PHILADELPHIA TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY COPIES OF THIS BOOK HAVE BEEN PRINTED PREFACE In 1908 I had in my employ in Northwestern Rhodesia, William Finaughty, a son of William Finaughty who was one of the first white men to hunt elephants in Matabeleland. Mr. Selous says in one of his books that Finaughty stopped hunting because elephants were becoming too scarce, before he—Selous—first went to Africa. In 1913 I hap- pened to be in Bulawayo and, having a day to spare, I visited Finaughty on a farm nearby. He gave me the numbers of the Rhodesian Journal contain- ing his hunting experiences. One or two of the numbers are missing and as the journal has gone out of existence, I cannot replace them. His son had told me of his wonderful memory, and this I found confirmed by all who knew him. I found him a very slight old man with very white hair, much weakened by many attacks of fever. The value, if any, in the following pages, lies in the fact that they give a picture of a time now past which will never return. G. L. H. Poplar House St. Davids' Pennsylvania May, 1916 — INTRODUCTION [Just one word of introduction and explana- tion. The Editor of this paper was some months ago asked if he would undertake the task of inter- viewing and writing up for publication the remi- niscences of the famous South African big-game hunter, " Bill " Finaughty. His reply was that he thought this renowned Nimrod had long since passed into the happy hunting grounds, but was assured that he was not only alive, but was living within a few miles of Bulawayo, and was prepared to tell of some of the things he saw and did back in those early days when Rhodesia, as it is to-day, was a part of savage South Africa, and when Mzili- katse and, after him, Lobengula, held their cruel sway. So one Sunday morning the old hunter was visited in his modest cottage, some six miles from Bulawayo, and the " recollections " were com- menced. The narrative is practically in Mr. Fin- aughty's own words, either jotted down by him between visits or dictated to the present writer. It bears the stamp of truth, and those who know anything of the country as it was in those days missionaries, hunters and others—will vouch for the truth of much that is here set down as to the be- wildering supply of game and the prowess of the old hunters.] A CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I. My First Trek 9 II. Besieged by Lions—Two Months in Laager 24 III. My Second Trip—Among the Elephants— The Hartley Party 40 IV. My Third Trip—Tired of Trading—Turn Elephant Hunter—Napier's Alarming Accident—Some Big Bags—5,000 Lbs. of Ivory 45 V. Wild Man of the Woods—A Weird En- counter—Mzilikatse's Peremptory Sum- mons—A Terrible Tragedy—Dutch Family Decimated 57 VI. In the Fly Country—An Elephant Adven- ture—A Lucky Escape—The Oxen Lost —A Seventy Mile Chase—Napier's Ter- rible Experience 65 VII. Death of Mzilikatse—In a Tight Corner— in the Midst of Hostile Matabele—An Anxious Time—Presents for the Induna —Reminiscences of Mzilikatse—An In- duna "Wiped Out"—Napier's Amusing Adventures—End of the Trip 1868 77 VIII. With the Elephants Again—A Trip with Chief Khama—Hungry Camp Followers —Gifford Chased by an Elephant— Useless Gun—We Lose Our Bearings— A Tropical Thunderstorm—Some Nar- row Risks 89 A > CONTENTS IX. Lost in the Bush—My Brother's Terri- fying Experience—Saved by Bushmen— A Hunter's Qualifications—Visits from Lions—A Double Fright—Pandemonium in Camp 99 X. Mr. Hartley's Party Again—A Lion Ad- venture—The Head-man Seized—My Ex- ploit with an Assegai—A Risky Under- taking — Cowardice of Natives — Two Plucky Picannins—Their Fight with a Lion 108 XL A Bush Thief—Bushmen's Tricky Ways— In a Hunter's Camp—Ivory, Reims and Sjamboks—Chased by a Buffalo—3,000 Pounds of Ivory—Return to Shoshong. 116 XII. Cigar and the Elephant—A Unicorn Horn —Six Elephants with Five Bullets— Narrow Escape—The Baby Elephant and Its Mother—An Amusing Scene— Disappointed Boer — Bushman Cattle Thief and His Deserts 125 XIII. Buffalo Dangers—A Savage Assault— Wagon Accident—Among the Lions— My Horse Killed—A Day of Slaughter 134 XIV. End of the Trip—Record Elephant "Bag" —An Unconventional Smoker—A Year's Ivory: 5,000 Pounds—Adventures with the Elephants—A Cask of Peach Brandy —And How it was Tapped 143 XV. Two Happy-go-lucky Hunters—How They Frightened the Elephants—Giraffe for the Pot—A Startling Experience— "Water, Water, Give us Water,"—Dan Francis' Mining Party—Quarrel With Khama's Natives 152 CONTENTS 7 XVI. An Impudent Theft—A Headman's Haul— More Cattle Thefts—And Swift Punish- ment—Adventures with Lions—An Un- pleasant Corner—Between Grass Fire and a Wounded Lion 159 XVII. "Nobby'' and the Elephants—Elands and Locusts—A Cattle Raid—Playing Out M'Tibi—How we "Lifted" His Cattle— An Exciting Trek—A Successful Trip— I Sell up and Settle Down—My Old Gun's Adventures—Some Observations on Buffalo and Tsetse Fly 168 XVIII. The Final Trip—A Gun-Running Expedi- tion—Tempted by Diamonds—Cannon for Secoconi—Arrested by Boers—A Tight Corner—How we Tricked our Captors. 177 XIX. Tricking the Boers—How we Hid the Cannon—and Covered Our Tracks—Ar- rival in Rustenburg—Before the Land- drost 187 XX. Outwitting the Magistrate—My Escape From Rustenburg—Into the Lion's Den —An Early Morning Fright—A Dash for the South—The Lion and the Blan- ket—The Funniest Fight on Earth .... 198 XXI. A Lucky Escape—Chased by a Commando —Only a Few Hours Start—Oxen for Horses—Another Cannon Expedition— Arrival at Bulawayo—Purchased by Lobengula 206 XXII. An Ivory Deal—After Elephants with Breech-Loaders—A Painful Experience— A Cowardly Dog—A Useful Elephant "Bag"—Adventure With a Lioness— A Terrible Encounter—My Boy Badly Mauled 215 8 CONTENTS XXIII. Tsetse-Fly and Buffalo—My Theory— My First Attack of Fever—The Injured Native — Sad Wagon Accident — Over- turned in a Swamp 225 — XXIV. A Fishing Adventure Watched— by Croco- diles—A Forest—Tragedy Lions, Zebras and Crocodiles The Saurians' Feast . 232 XXV. From Hunter to Trader—A Big Deal— The Basuto War—In "Majuba" Days- Robbed by Natives—Life in Johannes- burg—Return to Bulawayo—Some Final Reflections . 236 A Hunter's Recollections CHAPTER I MY FIRST TREK Being a harum-scarum from youth, a good horseman, and a very fair shot, I determined to get into the interior of Africa for the purpose, mostly, of shooting big game. I left Grahamstown early in 1864, when I was 21 years of age, and came up through the Free State. The game I saw there astonished me so much that I thought it was not requisite to go much further afield. I could never have believed that such a quantity of wild animals would con- gregate together. As far as the eye could see it was one moving mass, tens of thousands of beau- tiful wild creatures of many kinds, consisting for the most part of black wildebeest, blesbok, spring- bok, a sprinkling of ostrich, quagga, and blue wildebeest. I soon got tired of this kind of sport, however, for one could simply slay as much as one felt in- clined to, and eventually made my way down the Vaal River, where I found Mr. E. Chapman, a local 9 10 A HUNTER'S RECOLLECTIONS trader, on the road with his wagons to the Matabele country. The chief of the Matabele at that time was 1 Mzilikatse, a brother of the Zulu chief, Chaka. Old Mzilikatse had made his way by force through the Transvaal, and taken possession of the country now known as Matabeleland. Mr. Chapman had already one white man with him, a Mr. W. Francis. We were a few days at a place called Kruitfontein (powder fountain). Its water at times was undrinkable. We made a start to the Vaal River, which was very full, but we got all the goods over in a boat, and then we tied large logs of dry willow-wood and a couple of casks under the wagons and floated them in that way over the river, the boat in front towing them. It was hard work, and took us just four days. We at once started for Kuruman, a very pretty place. The Rev. Robert Moffat was there, also Mr. John Chap- man. We stopped at Kuruman about a fortnight, and then started on a long, dreary journey, skirt- ing the Kalahari desert and passing through the Bechuana villages—Ian Missiby, Kanye, Molepo- lole and Shechillies. Before us was a stretch of 140 miles, with very doubtful water, but we were very lucky and got water about 20 miles from Shechillies. The roads were very heavy with sand and quite 18 inches deep. We were very lucky 1 Mosilekatse. MY FIRST TREK 11 again in getting a little muddy water at a place called Beatlanamie, although the buffalo had been having a drink during the night and made the water a bit muddy.