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BURCHELL'S, OR WHITE 

 RHINOCEROS 



I HAVE related the story of my first meeting 

 with this redoubtable animal — antediluvian 

 I almost called him — when on my trip down 

 the Nile with Churchill. All the way back 

 I tried and tried, and hunted in all the places 

 where white rhino were likely to be encountered, 

 and saw tracks innumerable, but never the brute 

 himself. 



On this journey I was put on to a new place 

 where one of this species had been seen before 

 and left alone, and had since been seen again. 

 This sounded good enough, so I started out one 

 fine day. 



We trekked along, following a well-worn hippo- 

 path from the water's edge, through thick bush, 

 gradually thinning out till we reached the higher 

 ground about a couple of miles from the Nile. 

 As this was ideal rhino country, I had extended 

 my orderlies well on each flank to keep a sharp 

 look out. We disturbed numerous herds of water- 

 buck and Uganda cob, but shortly before sundown 

 had to turn our face towards the camp without 



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