CH. xiv] A WOUNDED KHTNO 405 



Museum in New York, and a head tor the National 

 Collection of Heads and Horns which was started by 

 Mr. Hornaday, the director of the Bronx Zoological 

 Park. Moreover, Kerniit and Loring desired to get 

 some photos of tlic animals while they were alive. 



Tilings did not go well this time, however. The 

 rhinos saw us before either Kermit or Loring could get 

 a good picture. As they wheeled I tired hastily into 

 the cliest of one, but not quite in the middle, and away 

 they dashed — for they do not seem as truculent as the 

 common rhino. We followed them. After an houi" 

 the trails separated ; Cuninghame went on one, but 

 failed to overtake the animal, and we did not see liim 

 until we reached camp late that afternoon. 



Meanwiiilc, our own gun-bearers (bllowed the bloody 

 spoor of the rhino I had hit, Kermit and I close behind, 

 and Loring with us. The rhino had gone straight otf 

 at a gallop, and the trail offered little ditiiculty, so we 

 walked fast. A couple of hours passed. The sun was 

 now high and the heat intense as we walked over the 

 burnt ground. Tlie scattered trees bore such scanty 

 foliage as to cast hardly any shade. The rhino galloped 

 strongly and without faltering ; but there was a good 

 deal of blood on the trail. At last, after we had gone 

 seven or eight miles, Kiboko the skinner, who was 

 acting as my gun-bearer, pointed toward a small thorn- 

 tree ; and beside it I saw the rliino standing with 

 drooping head. It had been fatally hit, and if undis- 

 turbed would probably never have moved from where 

 it was standing ; and we finished it off forthwith. It 

 was a cow, and before dying it ran round and round in 

 a circle, in the manner of the common rhino. 



Loring stayed to superintend the skinning and bring- 

 ing in of the head and feet and slabs of hide. Mean- 



