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across the river, and had gone downstream to 

 find a dry way over. F., more enthusiastic, had 

 plunged in and promptly attacked the wart-hog. 

 He was armed with the English service revolver 

 shooting the 455 Ely cartridge. It is a very 

 short, stubby bit of ammunition. I had often cast 

 doubt on its driving power as compared to the 

 45 Colt, for example. F., as a loyal Englishman, 

 had, of course, defended his army's weapon. 

 When I reached the centre of disturbance I 

 found that F. had emptied his revolver three 

 times eighteen shots into the head and 

 forequarters of that wart-hog without much 

 effect. Incidentally the wart-hog had given 

 him a good lively time, charging again and 

 again. The weapon has not nearly the 

 shock power of even our '38 service a 

 cartridge classified as too light for serious 

 business. 



One afternoon I gave my shotgun to one of the 

 porters to carry afield, remarking facetiously to 

 all and sundry that he looked like a gunbearer. 

 After twenty minutes we ran across a rhinoceros. 

 I spent some time trying to manoeuvre into posi- 

 tion for a photograph of the beast. However, 

 the attempt failed. We managed to dodge his 



