He had scarcely spoken when from another direction emerged a troop of wildebeests, followed by three zebras. Still more wild creatures showed up soon after, including an oryx, Thompson’s gazelle, hartebeest, and numerous monkeys.
“Isn’t that a wonderful sight?” whispered Mr. Holton, never taking his eyes from the scene.
“Best ever,” came from Joe.
A little later they heard a series of strange grunts, and a huge wart hog moved in a slow, awkward gait toward the water hole.
“A drinking place is the best spot there is to see a number of different kinds of animals side by side,” remarked Mr. Lewis, also speaking in a very low whisper.
“They don’t seem to notice each other,” observed Joe. “They just keep on drinking as though nothing else were there.”
Again footsteps were heard, and with them the sound of a heavy body crashing through the underbrush. Then there suddenly appeared but a short distance away a monstrous buffalo, which was also intent upon satisfying its thirst.
“Be trouble now,” said Bob.
“Wait and see,” smiled his father.