THE RHINOCEROSES’ PROMENADE. 341 
rather strange. My boys were constantly telling me to 
shoot, but I would not do so for a long time, knowing that 
I had plenty of shooting before me, and there was little 
sport in shooting at night. About midnight a rhinoceros 
appeared that seemed to have better horns than usual. 
He stood for some time directly in front of me, and I 
succumbed to that desire for killing that does take posses- 
sion of one at times. I put up my .577 express and fired. 
Up went the sand in all directions, and there was such a 
snorting and puffing as only a rhinoceros can make. 
The huge beast was as active as a thin pig, and, after 
turning in many circles, made his way up the opposite 
bank into the bushes. Here there was a crash, a few 
snorts, and we could hear that all was over with him. | 
went out with my boys, and found my rhinoceros as dead 
as a stone. The animal had, as I had judged, a fine pair 
of horns. 
The next beast I shot was a zebra. He had had a 
rendezvous here with his mate. The female first ap- 
peared, trotting straight up to the pool of water. She 
stopped, put up her ears, and waited like a statue for some 
minutes. Then there was a sound like a mule’s bray, only 
more shrill, and out galloped a splendid stallion from the 
opposite direction. When his mate trotted off, he stooped 
down to take a long drink. We needed meat, and here 
was the beast to take. I put a ball into his vertebra 
that settled his career on the spot. 
I did not shoot for some time after this, but toward 
morning there came such a splendid pair of rhinoceros 
horns in front of my zareba that I let the owner have 
it in the neck. Off he dashed up the opposite hill, 
turned, ran amuck among the bushes, and finally fell 
down a bank, twenty feet high, into the river-bed. This 
tremendous shock was not enough, however. He disap- 
