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and I could distinctly make out his outlines; it was a 

 fair mark and an easy shot but for the tremulous condi- 

 tion of my muscles. I took the .450 and missed him, 

 standing, with the first barrel, and then missed him, 

 running, with the second. The two recoils from the 

 .450 straightened me out. I quickly changed to the 

 Remington automatic and caught him, running, in the 

 vitals, at one hundred and fifty yards, with the first shot, 

 and broke his back with the second. The spread of his 

 horns was the same as my first, forty-two inches, but 

 they were smoother and altogether a better head. 



Next day I shot a rhinoceros broke his neck with the 

 .35 Remington. His head was only fair, but peculiar in 

 that it had two equally developed horns, eleven inches 

 in height, instead of having one very short one and the 

 leading horn sixteen to eighteen inches, which is about 

 the best obtainable in the Tana Valley. 



I was surprised to learn that a rhinoceros's horn is not 

 attached to his skull; it skins off with the hide. It seems 

 also strange that the skin on a crocodile head cannot be 

 taken off, any more than you could skin paint off a 

 board. You can scrape or sandpaper it off, but cannot 

 skin it. Rhino tongue does not compare with buffalo, 

 but is very good food indeed. 



Next day I shot an eland, through shoulder into vitals, 

 with my Remington; the license permits only one, and a 

 splendid specimen it was horns twenty-six and twenty- 

 seven inches; he weighed fully one thousand pounds. 

 The eland is the largest of all antelope, is excellent food, 

 and is beautiful in a grand way. His fawn-gray coat 

 and buff-white belly are very attractive. I never saw 

 beast so round and fat; so round that when he fell dead 



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