تراث البقارة فى الفروسية .. وصيد الفيل .. (لوحة)

Quote: The Baggara glared round like a lion at bay Page 69 of 77 it really did seem as if the whole body of them, in their haste to get clear of the ravine, had not a thought to spend upon the prisoners. The rush was past, and only stragglers were running the gauntlet of the fierce fire which poured upon them from above. The last of all, a young Baggara with a black moustache and pointed beard, looked up as he passed and shook his sword in impotent passion at the Egyptian riflemen. At the same instant a bullet struck his camel, and the creature collapsed, all neck and legs, upon the ground. The young Arab sprang off its back, and, seizing its nose-ring, he beat it savagely with the flat of his sword to make it stand up. But the dim, glazing eye told its own tale, and in desert warfare the death of the beast is the death of the rider. The Baggara glared round like a lion at bay, his dark eyes flashing murderously from under his red turban. A crimson spot, and then another, sprang out upon his dark skin, but he never winced at the bullet wounds. His fierce gaze had fallen upon the prisoners, and with an exultant shout he was dashing towards them, his broad-bladed sword gleaming above his head. Miss Adams was the nearest to him, but at the sight of the rushing figure and the maniac face she threw herself off the camel upon the far side. The Arab bounded on to a rock and aimed a thrust at Mrs. Belmont, but before the point could reach her the Colonel leaned forward with his pistol and blew the man's head in. Yet with a concentrated rage, which was superior even to the agony of death, the fellow lay kicking and striking, bounding about among the loose stones like a fish upon the shingle. "Don't be frightened, ladies," cried the Colonel. "He is quite dead, I assure you. I am so sorry to have done this in your presence, but the fellow was dangerous. I had a little score of my own to settle with him, for he was the man who tried to break my ribs with his Remington. I hope you are not hurt, Miss Adams! One instant, and I will come down to you." But the old Boston lady was by no means hurt, for the rocks had been so high that she had a very short distance to fall from her saddle. Sadie, Mrs. Belmont, and Colonel Cochrane had all descended by slipping on to the boulders and climbing down from them. But they found Miss Adams on her feet, and waving the remains of her green veil in triumph. "Hurrah, Sadie! Hurrah, my own darling Sadie!" she was shrieking. "We are saved, my girl, we are saved after all." "By George, so we are!" cried the Colonel, and they all shouted in an ecstasy together. But Sadie had learned to think more about others during those terrible days of schooling. Her arms were round Mrs. Belmont, and her cheek against hers. "You dear, sweet angel," she cried, "how can we have the heart to be glad when you--when you----" "But I don't believe it is so," cried the brave Irishwoman. "No, I'll never believe it until I see John's body lying before me. And when I see that, I don't want to live to see anything more." The last Dervish had clattered down the khor, and now above them on either cliff they could see the Egyptians--tall, thin, square-shouldered figures, looking, when outlined against the blue sky, wonderfully like the warriors in the ancient bas-reliefs. Their camels were in the background, and they were hurrying to join them. At the same time others began to ride down from the farther end of the ravine, their dark faces flushed and their eyes shining with the excitement of victory and pursuit. A very small Englishman, with a straw-coloured moustache and a weary manner, was riding at the head of them. He halted his camel beside the fugitives and saluted the ladies. He wore brown boots and brown belts with steel buckles, which looked trim and workmanlike against his kharki uniform.

Quote: ألخ بريمة لك التحية يبدو أن البيئة قد تغيرت كثيراً في السودان مناطق البجا الآن مناحق قاحلة وشبه صحراوية ولا يمكن أن تجد فيها فيل أحد أبناء البجا أخبرني أن لغتهم فيها أسماء كل الحيوانات هذا يدل علي أنها كانت موجودة هناك في يوم من الأيام حيث أن اللغة من البيئة لا أظن أن البجا يركبون الخيل الآن

Quote: ول ابا بريمه كيف حالك ياخ اجدع لي بريدك عشان عندي ليك هدية لا تقدر بثمن والله صحي الهدية بتنفعك في كتابك الجديد عن البقارة

Quote: صيد الفيل و(الجلكاية )

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Quote: ريمة ولدي الصغير كل مرة بيسألني : اسرع الفيل و لا الفأر ما عارف الاجابة .. دحين اقدر اقول ليهو الفيل اسرع طالما بصيدوه بالخيول سؤالي : من اين تعلم البقارة صيد الفيل ؟ بمعنى هل تعلموها من موطنهم الاصلي في الجزيرة العربية قبل هجراتهم الى افريقيا و لا تعلموها بعد نزوحهم الى افريقيا؟

Quote: يا بريمة ما تكبر اللفة : اسرع الفيل او الفأر ؟ الاجابة ليها ما بعدها و علاقتها بالصورة المرفقة في البوست .

Quote: وما تنسى الحربة الشابنية

(عدل بواسطة بريمة محمد on 01-21-2013, 03:05 PM)

Quote: مثل قصة التور ابو ضنب ان كنت سمعت عنها .

Quote: تاني يا بريمة صحبي أهلي البقاره ديل من متين كانو صيادين؟ ناس الصيد والناس الفوق ألفي الصورة ديل بصيدو الفيل عشان الجوع كتلم، البقاره متين الجوع شف ليهم درب؟ البقاره أهلي عندهم الفروسية الأولي وهي اجادة ركب الفرس والفروسية التانية وهي الرجولة المفرطة في عمل المستحيل يعني مثلا ممكن شرط البت للعرس يكون يقبضو ليها فيل ولا وحيد قرن ويجيبو حي، لكن ما من أجل القتل والأكل ذي الصورة الفوق. Khalidkeba

(عدل بواسطة بريمة محمد on 01-21-2013, 00:29 AM)

Quote: والله أول مرة أسمع البقاره بياكلو الفيل والزراف و أب عرف، والكتمبورو ده احتمال يكون نتج لاختلاطكم وقبائل النوبة في كردفان هم برضو مشهورين بصيد الحيوانات الانت ذكرتها. غيتو البقاره اهلنا في جنوب دارفور وشمال دارفور ما عندهم الكلام دا عندنا الشي الوحيد البياكلو بجانب الماشية هو لحم الجمل والغزال والحوبار وناسنا مشهورين بتربية البقر والغزال من منذ الأزل و ده أكتر لحم بياكلوهو. احتمل سمعت بلمزرعة المشهوروة لتربية الغزلان في أم كدادة دي عملوها ناسنا لدعم السوق السعودي والخليج للغزلان لشهرتهم في ذلك وهسي مسكا عمي و اولاد أعمامي.

Quote: وشككات المخالي