HUNTING THE AFRICAN BUFFALO gi 
One morning Cuninghame, having gone out with 
some boys to shoot meat for camp, came upon three 
old buffaloes. He sent a runner back to camp with 
the news, and Mrs. Akeley and I started out to join 
him. Halfway from camp we were obliged to make 
a wide detour to avoid an old rhino and calf, but soon 
caught up with Cuninghame. He reported, however, 
that the buffaloes had passed on into some densé 
bush. We started to follow but suddenly came upon 
two rhinos. We quickly turned to leeward in order 
not to disturb them by giving them our wind, for we 
were not anxious to bring on a general stampede of 
the game in the neighbourhood. This turn brought 
us to the windward of the old cow and calf that we 
had first avoided, with the result that she came charg- 
ing up, followed by the calf close at her heels, snorting 
like a locomotive. Cuninghame helped Mrs. Akeley 
up a convenient tree. He stood at the base of the 
tree and J at the foot of another where we waited with 
our guns ready, watching the old cow go tearing past 
within twenty feet of us. 
We continued on the buffalo trail, but the stampede 
of the rhino had resulted in alarming the buffaloes 
so that instead of finding them near by, we were 
forced to follow them for an hour or more before 
again coming in sight of them; and again twice more 
they were stampeded by rhinos that happened to 
get in our path. At last the buffaloes evidently be- 
came tired of being chased from place to place, and 
came to rest on a sloping hillside which we could ap- 
proach only by crawling on our hands and knees in, 
