Hunting in East Africa 



and when within icxd yards rose to my knees 

 and fired one barrel of my .577. The rhinos 

 leapt to their feet and charged straight at me. 

 "Shall I load the other barrel or trust to only 

 one?" This thought ran through my mind, 

 but the speed of the animals' approach gave 

 me no time to reply to it. My gun-bearer was 

 making excellent time across the plain toward 

 a group of trees, so I could make no use of the 

 8-bore. The beasts came on side by side, in- 

 creasing their speed and snorting like steam 

 engines as they ran. They were disagreeably 

 close when I fired my second barrel and rose 

 to my feet to bolt to one side. As I rose they 

 swerved to the left and passed not twenty feet 

 from me, apparently blind to my whereabouts. 

 I must have hit one with my second shot, for 

 they were too close to permit a miss. Perhaps 

 that shot turned them. Be that as it may, I 

 felt that I had had a narrow escape. 



When these rhinos had quite disappeared, 

 my faithful gun-bearer returned, and smilingly 

 congratulated me on what he considered my 

 good fortune. He then called my attention to 

 the fact that rhinoceros number three was still 

 in sight, and apparently undisturbed by what 

 had happened to his friends. Between the 



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