Hunting in East Africa 



head man's anxiety. The fact that I had not 

 labored altogether in vain, even though others 

 reaped the benefit of my efforts, filled me with 

 a certain satisfaction. 



A day's march from Taveta brought me to 

 the banks of an almost stagnant brook, where I 

 made camp. The country round about was a 

 plain studded with low hills, here thinly thatch- 

 ed with short grass, and there shrouded with 

 thick bush, above which every now and then 

 rose a giant acacia. The morning after my 

 arrival, I set out from camp with my 8-bore in 

 my hands and hope in my heart. Not 200 

 yards from my tent, I was startled by a snort 

 and then by the sight of two rhinos dashing 

 across my path some fifty yards away. This 

 time I did not succumb to my gun's recoil, but 

 had the doubtful satisfaction of seeing, from a 

 standing position, the animals disappear in the 

 bush. I made after them and found, to my 

 delight, a clear trail of fresh blood. Eagerly 

 pressing on, I was somewhat suddenly checked 

 in my career by almost stumbling over a rhino 

 apparently asleep on its side, with its head 

 toward me. Bang ! went the 8-bore and down 

 I went. I was the only creature disturbed by 

 the shot, as the rhino had been dead some 



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