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the same individual at different times ; as, for example, 

 in the matter of wariness, of the times for going to 

 water, of the times for resting, and, as regards dangerous 

 game, in the matter of ferocity. Their very looks 

 changed. At one moment the sun would turn the 

 zebras of a mixed herd wliite, and the hartebeest 

 straw-coloured, so that the former could be seen much 

 fartlier off than the latter ; and again the conditions 

 would be reversed, when under the light the zebras 

 would show up grey, and the hartebeest as red as 

 foxes. 



I had now^ killed almost all the specimens of the 

 common game that the Museum needed, How^ever, we 

 kept the skin or skeleton of w4iate\er we shot for meat. 

 Now and then, after a good stalk, 1 would get a boar 

 with unusually fine tusks, a big gazelle with unusually 

 long and graceful horns, or a fine old wildebeest bull, 

 its horns thick and battered, its knees bare and callous 

 from its habit of going down on them when fighting or 

 threatening fight. 



On our march northward w^e first made a long day's 

 journey to what was called a salt marsh. An hour or 

 two after starting we had a characteristic experience 

 with a rhino. It was a bull, witli poor horns, standing 

 in a plain which was dotted by a few straggling thorn- 

 trees and wild olives. The safari's course would have 

 taken it to windward of the rhino, whicli then might 

 have charged in sheer irritable bewilderment, so we 

 turned off at right angles. The long line of porters 

 passed him two hundred yards away, while we gun 

 men stood between with our rifles ready, except Kermit, 

 who was busy taking photos. The rhino saw us, but 

 apparently indistinctly. He made little dashes to and 

 fro, and finally stood looking at us, with his big ears 



