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of tracking that Gallinero had done. He had kept on 
looking for the spoor, when we went after the rhino, and 
had picked it up on the very border of the black and seem- 
ingly impossible place where that cunning old warrior 
had cached himself so effectually. 
He proved to be a very old solitary bull, with unusually 
massive bosses to his horns. ‘Their spread was not unusual. 
Still, if not quite what the men called him, Koubwa Sana 
(very big one), he was a fine trophy and in very good con- 
dition. His horns spread just 40 inches. Along the curves, 
which were fine and regular, he measured 614, and the 
bosses were 142, and very massive. It wasa most unusual 
piece of luck seeing him at all, and that I owed to the very 
fine tracking of my Wakamba. Who could have believed 
that with all that racket round him he would still lie so 
closely, so cunningly hidden? Had he charged me when 
I was struggling through the donga, right under his nose, 
I should have been in a bad plight. I could not even have 
fired off my rifle. I had had extraordinary bad luck with 
buffalo up to this very last little hunt, but on it, equally 
good fortune attended me. I had at least “‘kept my fly 
in the water.’ Such, sometimes, is hunting in British 
East Africa. 
Little more remains to be said. I had longed, from 
the time when I was little boy, to visit Africa. Two 
lands above all others I hoped to see, two things to do. 
I wanted to ride buffalo on our own wide beautiful prairies, 
and I hoped against hope some day to see for myself the 
splendid wild life of Africa at her best. There are not 
many men alive who have ridden among the countless 
herds of our perished bison side by side with the Red 
Indian in the days of his glory. I suppose there is no 
man who has seen what I saw in 1868 and who has also 
seen what is most savage and most splendid in the African 
pare. 
