Hunteen, Shooteen & Fisheen

Dad with his Smith & Wesson Revolver

When the Lions Roar at Night

Personal note:  My word count has been creeping up over the weeks!  I don’t want to presume on too much of your time so this week I’m just giving you Part 1 entitled Hunteen, Shooteen and Fisheen of When the Lions Roar at Night .   Please stay in touch.  Diana

No story about Africa is complete without a yarn or two about its dangerous wildlife, especially the king of the bushveld.  In QQ in 1916, the last of a pride of lions was finally dispatched in a mine shaft on the Globe and Phoenix Mine.

For our family the roar of lions at night conjured up a story from the center of Johannesburg from my mother’s memories of the fear of death.

Hunteen,  Shooteen an’ Fisheen

We’ve got a new teacher,” I announced at the breakfast table, “Straight out of England.  He wants to teach us the King’s English and wipe out this Rhodesian accent of ours.”

“How’s he going about it?” my father asked.

“Well he’s starting a speech class. Each of us has to prepare a short speech and bring in a trophy or photo to share.   He’ll comment on our diction afterwards.”

“What’s the topic?” asked my mother.

“That’s the trouble,” I wailed. “He said he’d make it easy first go around.  We’ve got to talk about hunting, or fishing!  Of course every family goes except us.   What am I going to do!”

“Oh you always make such a performance about everything,” said my older brother, Brian.  “You could talk about the picnic we went on to Sebakwe Poort last year.”

“That was nothing!  What am I going to show for that?  Wendy’s bringing in a trophy from their record tiger fish catch.  Real stuff, you know, leopard skins, or an elephant foot footstool, or at the very least a wart hog tusk. He said he didn’t want to see any guns brought to school, though.”

“Quite right!” said my father.  “They are just an accident waiting to happen.  I’ve seen so many tragic cases…”

“Dad, spare us.  It’s just as well, because all we have is that WWII Smith & Wesson revolver you have locked in the safe.  Everyone else has gun racks full of all sorts of shot guns and rifles—elephant guns on down: the latest thing.  Diana would just get a laugh.”

“It was army issue in a war.  Nothing to laugh about.”

“It wouldn’t even scratch an elephant’s hide.”

“We weren’t shooting elephants,” countered my father.

“No, that’s not really us, I have to agree,” cut in my mother.  “Your new teacher, Mr. Clelland, is rather green but he’ll learn.  Most town folk don’t have guns, just the farmers.  Lets stay calm and put our thinking caps on.”

“You should give a talk about wildlife conservation,” went on Dad.  Soon we are going to be just like America.  Shot out all their buffalo.  Hardly one left.”

“ Conservation!  That’s a good idea,” chipped in David.  “Let them have it!”

“This is not going to put her on the top of the popularity pole,” said Brian.   You’ve always got to pick a fight, David.”

“You’ve got to stick up for yourself, for what’s right, instead of going for popularity.  That’s easy,” countered Dad.

“Trouble is I don’t know anything about conservation.  David’s done all the reading.”

“Well you can read too.  Do you good to read something worthwhile.”

“It’s next week!  I’ve got to talk about the big five…lions, leopards, rhinos, buffalo, elephant.  Don’t you get it?”  I was desperate.

“I tell you what,” said my mother.  “It’s no good trying to be what you aren’t.  I’ve got two ideas.  You could tell the story of the pride of lions in Que Que in 1916!”

“1916!  Mom, were you even born then?  Its got to be newer than that!

“It’s history.  A jolly good story. Okay,” she said, “I’ve a very special momento in my jewelry box. I’ve kept it a long time but I’ll lend it to you.  You can tell this story…

 

 

9 Comments

  • John Ohm

    Reply Reply June 12, 2010

    Can’t wait for part ii

    • Diana

      Reply Reply June 12, 2010

      John,

      thanks for waiting!

      Diana

  • Pat S.

    Reply Reply June 14, 2010

    Love this story, Diana. I can visualize all the conversations. This is enjoying Africa vicariously!

    • Diana

      Reply Reply June 16, 2010

      Pat,

      Yes, good to remember the way it was!

      Diana

  • Betty

    Reply Reply June 16, 2010

    Love the banter between you and your dad, and I agree that your family did not march to the same drummer as the rest of the townspeople! Love your dad….bloody-good show. He really knew how to take a stand and take the road less traveled. I am so looking forward to the jewelry box momento and its mystery as the story unfolds….Diana, I love your writing and find myself chuckling aloud, even for the way you write your sentences and the different tone and syntax in your work….you are so talented and I envy your ability! Keep them coming!! Love you!

    • Diana

      Reply Reply June 16, 2010

      Betty,

      Thanks for the encouragements. Yes, Dad always had a fresh approach to what ever problem was at hand. Unfortunately, at the time we didn’t appreciate the wisdom. The story does go off on quite a different tangent. I’m ready to post on Friday.

      Diana

  • Morag Marinoni

    Reply Reply July 10, 2016

    Hello again, Diana. Good to hear from you! When may I know the rest of your mother’s story, please???? 🙂

    • Diana Polisensky

      Reply Reply July 10, 2016

      My trip to Africa has come as a bit of a distraction but The Flamboyant Years will be out early 2017

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