This
old article from 1867 is an incredible account of a lion hunter's run in with a
7 foot tall African Wild Man. When the hunter discovers that someone was taking
his catch, he sets out in pursuit of the culprit. What happens next is truly
shocking. You will be sucked into this story and amazed at the drama that
unfolds when one man loses his life and the lion hunter has a show down with an
alleged Bigfoot.
See article below.
Frederick, Maryland, Saturday, July 30,
1892
Africa's Giant Wild Man
The Fierce Savage Who Was Slain By A Lion
Hunter
Late in 1867 a fatal epidemic broke out among the captive lions in
all parts of the world. It was very like the epizooty which struck the horses
five years later, but nearly all the lions died, and so the price rose 200 or
300 percent. This excited great activity among the famous lion hunters of
Quillimane, East Africa, who usually capture the animals by the covered pit
method.
The agent of a great Hamburg animal house penetrated to the main
lion range near Lake Nyassa, employed forty-two negroes and had captured one
lion and a few inferior beasts when he discovered that some mysterious creature
was interfering with his pits. One morning his men found a magnificent male
lion dead in a pit. Apparently he had been killed by a sharp pointed stake, and
there were huge tracks about, somewhat like those of a gorilla.
"I was
satisfied," says the agent in his report,"that no one but a man could make use
of such a pole. Indeed the fact of the pole's being hardened by fire was proof
sufficient that a man was engaged in the work. He must be a native of course,
and he must also be a wild man. After holding a council with three or four of
my best men we started out in parties of ten to hunt down the wild man. Each of
my men had a cheap English musket and knew how to use it , and the order was to
fire at the man at sight. To brace up the courage of the natives I offered a
reward of ten dollars to whoever should fire the lucky shot. The four parties
took different directions. The one I headed went to the north, where there was
a long stretch of almost impenetrable thicket, with various paths traversing it
in different directions.
"We had turned back and the last man had just
fallen in line when I heard a shot and a cry of alarm. The three natives next
behind me dodged under my arm and made off down the path, while the others were
so upset that it took me three or four minutes to ascertain what had happened.
The wild man had been concealed behind a big tree near the path. He leaped out
and struck the last man a blow with his club which killed him. The wild man
bounded into the brush and disappeared but my men were panic
stricken.
"When I announced my intention next morning to hunt him the
whole gang of blacks broke into lamentations. One young man, however, said: "I
see, master, that if we do not kill this thing he will kill all of our lions and
many of us. If we move away he will probably follow. It is our business to
kill him at once. I am only a young man, but I will go with you and do my
best."
FACING THE WILD MAN
"We agreed that in case we met the wild
man face to face he was to fire and then drop to the earth and give me a show.
About three miles from camp, and as the path ascended a ridge, my companion
halted, pointed at a broad tree on the left and whispered, "Master, do yo see
that his house is there among the branches?"
"I could make out a platform
of sticks and branches, and now I took the advance. My weapons were a rifle and
a revolver. We crept cautiously forward until right under the platform, and
after a few seconds both of us made out a black foot and leg hanging down
between the poles. The wild man was at home, but the next thing was how to deal
with him. I had more fear of his getting away than I had of his hurting us. I
finally posted myself to the west, believing he would make for a thicket in that
direction as soon as disturbed, and at a signal the young man fired at the nest.
The report of his gun was followed by a most unearthly yell and it was yet
ringing in my ears when I saw a dark object dropping off the platform to the
earth. It was the wild man. The young man stood where he had fired, and before
he could realize what was happening the monster was upon him. He was picked up
and flung almost at my feet and as he landed he called to me: "I am not much
hurt, master? Be sure that you kill him for he is a terribly strong
fellow!"
"The man didn't seek safety in flight. On the contrary, he
picked up a limb, broke off a part of it for a club and slowly advanced upon us,
his eyes flashing, his teeth gritting and his face expressing fury. I had my
rifle to my face and I let him come within ten feet before I fired. He was shot
between the eyes and he fell back so dead that he never moved a finger. When we
came to examine him we go frightened. His height was seven feet by the tape
line, and he seemed to be all muscle.
"I haven't the least doubt that a
slap from his big right hand would have killed any of us stone dead. He had
tremendous shoulders, with muscles bunched up in a wonderful way, while his
fingers were long and the nails on them almost like claws. Hundreds of natives
came to look at the body, but none could remember of having seen the man before.
Freed from his interference with our enterprise we had no more trouble, and
during the next sixty days we caught and dispatched to the coast eleven handsome
lions as ever.
"
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Dale Drinnon
I had heard something like this long ago, but not the same report: in the other report the Wild Man was throwing rocks. his would be the biggest form of "Mr X" and the only one that is really worthwhile: and it sounds like a survival of Rhodesian Man or Kabwe man, which could regularly be up to 6'6" tall and was a close relative of the Heidelberg man in Eurasia
Rhodesian Man, clip art
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