FUNDI 



passed the double rifle across the horse's back 

 to me. 



Note two things to the credit of Fundi: in the first 

 place, he had not bolted; in the second place, in- 

 stead of running up to the left side of my mount and 

 perhaps colliding with and certainly confusing me, he 

 had come up on the right side and passed the rifle 

 to me across the horse. I do not know whether or 

 not he had figured this out beforehand, but it was 

 cleverly done. 



The rhinoceros rolled over and over, like a shot 

 rabbit, kicked for a moment, and came to his feet. 

 We were now all ready for him, in battle array, but 

 he had evidently had enough. He turned at right 

 angles and trotted off, apparently and probably 

 none the worse for the little bullet in his shoulder. 



Fundi now began acquiring things that he sup- 

 posed befitting to his dignity. The first of these 

 matters was a faded fez, in which he stuck a long 

 feather. From that he progressed in worldly wealth. 

 How he got it all, on what credit, or with what 

 hypnotic power, I do not know. Probably he hypoth- 

 ecated his wages, certainly he had his five rupees. 

 At any rate he started out with a ragged undershirt 

 and a pair of white, baggy breeches. He entered 

 Nairobi at the end of the trip with a cap, a neat 

 khaki shirt, two water bottles, a cartridge belt, a 



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