Chapter 14
Chapter 12 of Anecdotes of the Habits and Instinct of Animals For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Rochelle Bereni Anecdotes of the Habits and Instinct of Animals by Mrs. Robert Lee Hyenas
There cannot be a much more uninteresting animal than the hard-hided, knock-kneed hyena, which is preeminently African, although he is found in the East having, according to the opinion of some naturalists, migrated thither in the wake of caravans. He has a ferocious, ill-natured look, yet the first impression made by his appearance can only be expressed by the word sneaking. He is of a tawny colour, more or less dusky,
till it approaches black, and is generally spotted or striped. He has a mane, continued all along the spine. His ears are long and erect. He is digitigrade, his claws are strong and not retractile. He possesses a gland which sends forth a disagreeable odor, and his eyes have a pupil which is contracted at the top and round at the bottom, which gives them a singular expression. The great peculiarity of form in the hyena is the disproportionate smallness of his hindquarters,
besides which the vertebrae of his neck very often become stiffened, in consequence of the strain put upon them by the powerful muscles of that part and of the jaws. So firm is the hold which they take that nothing will make them leave what they have once seized. They devour bones as well as muscles, rejecting only hooves, horns and skull, and this power must have existed in former ages, for in the caves which they inhabited and into which they dragged their prey,
their fossil remains are found with those of gigantic mastodons etc. on which their teeth had made impression. This stiffness of the neck has caused many to imagine that it was composed of one joint only, and led the Arabs to make hyenas the symbol of Ops Dynastie. The habits of hyenas accord with their outward appearance. They are nature scavengers and feed on everything, being, with the jackal and genet cat, the especial robbers of the cemetery.
Many are the stories told of their cruel depredations, such as their stealing into the crawls of the caveries and hotentots, and abstracting the sleeping infants from under the carous of its mother, who only becomes conscious of her loss when she hears the cries of the victim. Mayor Denham in his travels tells us of a village stormed by them at night, when they carried off asses and other animals. My own impressions of the hyena are that he is a
timid, cowardly animal. I always found them shun my approach, and my uncle has told me that when he encountered them during his command of the outpost of Tantum Quarry on the leeward coast of Africa, they invariably turned from him and slunk out of sight with their dragging, shuffling gait. I cannot say that they disturbed the stillness of the night, because a tropical night never is still, but their cry used suddenly to come upon our ears, and I know not why, always seemed to be
close to us. The roar of a leper or lion is most grand, however terrific, but what is called the Hyena is just like the triumphant exultation of a fierce madman when he reaches his long sought victim. All the natives of the Gold Coast bear witness to the powers of mimicry evinced by the hyena. They say that he hides himself in the jungle and imitates the cries of other beasts, till he allures them to his side when he falls upon and devours them. A gentleman who long
commanded a fortress on the Gold Coast told me the following story, which confirms the above assertion. Some women from the neighboring village were accustomed to pass the walls of the fort to fetch water after sunset at the dinner hour of this officer and made so much noise that they disturbed him, so he ordered them to take another path. The next evening the noise recurred and the same order was repeated the next morning, on which the women protested that they had gone quite
another way. On the third evening, when the laughing and talking were apparently recommencing, a sergeant sallied forth to bring the delinquents into the fort, but to his surprise there were only three hyenas to be seen, whose imitation of human sounds had deceived all those who had heard them on the preceding occasions. It was long supposed that the hyena was incapable of attachment, but Mr. Burchell brought one with him from South Africa to this country, which evidently loved his
master and was jealous of other animals. Colonel Sykes procured one in India who followed him about like a dog, played with the sailors on board ship with the greatest good humor, and never forgot his first owner. He was placed in the zoological gardens where, although Colonel Sykes paid him rare visits, he always recognized him amidst the crowd. One day when the hyena was asleep, this gentleman suddenly called him by his name. The poor beast, as suddenly started onto his legs,
looked up, rubbed his head against the bars of his cage, bounded about uttering short cries, looked sorrowfully at Colonel Sykes when he went away, and repeated these manifestations of joy when he returned. The spotted hyena has been called the Hyena capensis from the belief that it only inhabited South Africa, but it is found as frequently in Guinea as the striped variety and has just the same propensities. Near the cape, however, it does more mischief because colonists have
settled themselves there and their farms afford more valuable prey. They are said to prefer making an attack on strong, vigorous animals because they run away and the hyenas can follow them, but the weaker animals turn around and face their enemy, which always intimidates them. Mr. Steedman, a South African traveler, gives an unmitigated bad character to the spotted hyena and says that such is their preference for human flesh that they will even pass by the cattle and
seize on children as old as eight years. The Strandwolf of the Dutch, or the Vilho's hyena of Dr. Abel Smith, who has done so much for the natural history of Southern Africa, is less common than the other species and often feeds on the shore from its preference for those dead animals which are cast up by the sea. If, however, it can be passed by hunger, it commits just as many depredations as the others. It is extremely cunning, conceals itself by day among the mountains,
or thick patches of forest, and preys at a great distance from its habitation. Mr. Pringle confirms Mr. Steedman's accounts of the terrible havoc occasioned by the hyenas of South Africa and says that in the district of Somerset they destroyed 70 foals in one year, belonging to the farmers. He, however, believes that they never attack human beings by night or by day and that they come in packs and play the part of four-footed vultures, even devouring their own kindred if they should
chance to be killed. But no other beast of prey will eat them from the offensive rankness of their flesh. The den of a spotted hyena that was kept in the tower about 20 years ago required some repair. The carpenter nailed a thick oaken plank upon the floor about seven feet long, putting at least a dozen nails into it, each longer than his middle finger. At one end of this piece of wood there was a small projection and not having a proper chisel with him by which he might remove
it, the man returned to his shop to fetch one. While he was absent, some persons came to see the animals and the hyena was let down by the keeper into the part of the den in which the carpenter directly the beast saw the projecting piece of wood. He seized it with his teeth, tore the plank up and drew out every nail with utmost ease, which action will give a good idea of the muscular strength of this creature. It is impossible to say why there should be such conflicting accounts of
the hyena given by those whose veracity is undoubted. No one dreads them on the Gold Coast, but they seem to be the terror of all the inhabitants at and to the north of the Cape. Also in Abyssinia, where Bruce called them the plague of their lives, and we can scarcely forbear a smile when we read that one of them stood by his bedside with a purloined bunch of candles in his mouth, having found his way to him even through the streets of Gondar. End of chapter 12. Read by Rochelle Borenny.
