Big Game Shooting 



gazelle, or gerenuk, of which I secured a fine 

 specimen next day. Lesser kudu I did not see 

 either, but he would not be very far away, to 

 complete the similitude. 



After a hasty lunch of various tinned odds and 

 ends, I wandered along the valley for some dis- 

 tance before turning up the hill-side, and on 

 rounding a corner in the low scrub of thorns and 

 high grass, surprised a couple of rhino, one 

 wallowing in a small mud bath, and the other 

 looking on, evidently waiting till "pa" had finished 

 and his turn should come. They were neither of 

 them more than sixty yards away, and jumped 

 up at once, snuffling and grunting, and appar- 

 ently highly annoyed at their privacy being dis- 

 turbed. 



Rhino have notoriously very bad eyesight, 

 and rely almost altogether on their sense of 

 smell, for which reason I fancy that they had got 

 a strong puff of our wind, but had not actually 

 seen us. It was awkward for a moment, as one 

 never quite knows what a rhino will do next on 

 being disturbed ; however, I reached my hand 

 behind my back for my big rifle, in case of acci- 

 dents, and stood motionless, waiting for what 

 might happen. As usual, they both made tracks 

 straight for where I stood, most likely running 

 away up-wind, as is their usual custom. 



Now a rhino is a nasty-looking thing as he 

 comes galloping up, puffing like a steam-engine, 



