202 AFRICAN GAME TRAILS 



dividual at different times; as, tor example, in the matter 

 of wariness, of the times for going to water, of the times 

 for resting, and, as regards dangerous game, in the matter 

 of ferocity. Their very looks changed. At one moment 

 the sun would turn the zebras of a mixed herd white, and 

 the hartebeest straw colored, so that the former could be 

 seen much farther off than the latter; and again the con- 

 ditions would be reversed when under the light the zebras 

 would show up gray, and the hartebeest as red as foxes. 



I had now killed almost all the specimens of the com- 

 mon game that the museum needed. However, we kept 

 the skin or skeleton of whatever we shot for meat. Now 

 and then, after a good stalk, I would get a boar with un- 

 usually fine tusks, a big gazelle with unusually long and 

 graceful horns, or a fine old wildebeest bull, its horns thick 

 and battered, its knees bare and calloused from its habit 

 of going down on them when fighting or threatening fight. 



On our march northward, we first made a long day's 

 journey to what was called a salt marsh. An hour or two 

 after starting we had a characteristic experience with a 

 rhino. It was a bull, with poor horns, standing in a plain 

 which was dotted by a few straggling thorn-trees and wild 

 olives. The safari's course would have taken it to windward 

 of the rhino, which then might have charged in sheer irrit- 

 able bewilderment; so we turned off at right angles. The 

 long line of porters passed him two hundred yards away, 

 while we gun men stood between with our rifles ready; 

 except Kermit, who was busy taking photos. The rhino 

 saw us, but apparently indistinctly. He made little dashes 

 to and fro, and finally stood looking at us, with his big 

 ears cocked forward; but he did nothing more, and we left 



