FUNDI 



began to have mental reservations. Fundi needed 

 a little wholesome discipline. He was forgetting 

 his porter days, and was rapidly coming to consider 

 himself a full-fledged gunbearer. 



The occasion soon arose. We were returning 

 from a buffalo hunt and ran across two rhinoceroses, 

 one of which carried a splendid horn. B. wanted a 

 well developed specimen very much, so we took this 

 chance. The approach was easy enough, and at 

 seventy yards or so B. knocked her flat with a bullet 

 from his .465 Holland. The beast was immediately 

 afoot, but was as promptly smothered by shots from 

 us all. So far the affair was very simple, but now 

 came complication. The second rhinoceros re- 

 fused to leave. We did not want to kill it, so we 

 spent a lot of time and pains shooing it away. 

 We showered rocks and clods of earth in his direc- 

 tion; we yelled sharply and whistled shrilly. The 

 brute faced here and there, his pig eyes blinking, his 

 snout upraised, trying to locate us, and declining 

 to budge. At length he gave us up as hopeless, and 

 trotted away slowly. We let him go, and when we 

 thought he had quite departed, we approached to 

 examine B.'s trophy. 



Whereupon the other craftily returned; and 

 charged us, snorting like an engine blowing off steam. 

 This was a genuine premeditated charge, as op- 



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