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his flight. But his race was evidently run, and when I next 

 overtook him I brought him down. I had put nine bullets 

 in him; and though they had done their work well, and I 

 was pleased to have killed the huge brute with the little 

 sharp-pointed bullets of the Springfield, I was confirmed in 

 my judgment that for me personally the big Holland rifle 

 was the best weapon for heavy game, although I did not 

 care as much for it against lighter-bodied beasts like lions. 

 In all we galloped four miles after this wounded rhino bull. 



We sent a porter to bring out Heller, and an ox wagon 

 on which to take the skin to camp. While waiting for them 

 I killed a topi bull, at two hundred and sixty yards, with one 

 bullet, and a wildebeest bull with a dozen; I crippled him 

 with my first shot at three hundred and sixty yards, and 

 then walked and trotted after him a couple of miles, getting 

 running and standing shots at from three hundred to five 

 hundred yards. I hit him several times. As with every- 

 thing else I shot, the topi and wildebeest were preserved 

 as specimens for the museum, and their flesh used for food. 

 Our porters had much to do, and they did it well, partly 

 because they were fed well. We killed no game of which 

 we did not make the fullest use. It would be hard to con- 

 vey to those who have not seen it on the ground an accurate 

 idea of its abundance. When I was walking up to this 

 rhino, there were in sight two giraffes, several wildebeest 

 bulls, and herds of hartebeest, topi, zebra, and the big and 

 little gazelles. 



In addition to being a mighty hunter, and an adept in 

 the by no means easy work of handling a large safari in 

 the wilderness, Cuninghame was also a good field naturalist 

 arid taxidermist; and at this camp we got so many speci- 



