OUR THIRD SAFARI AND SECOND RHINO 



Kikuyu. A boy appeared and told us the rhino 

 was killed, and that it was the old fellow of yester- 

 day, which is always good news, as one likes 

 to get the original, wounded animal. Apparently 

 it was quite happy with a bullet in the middle 

 of its neck and another in its shoulder, both 

 yesterday's expanding bullets, which accounted 

 for its being still alive. My husband had a most 

 exciting time hunting it in the bush and wood. 

 After his first shots, one of which missed, as a rhino 

 bird gave warning just as he was going to fire, the 

 beast made ofi" and he lost him ; so went all round 

 the wood to see where he could have broken through ; 

 and finally had to take up his old tracks, which led 

 into the wood. Deeper and deeper he went, until 

 the tracks disappeared. As they went along noise- 

 lessly, suddenly a hare broke cover, and the one 

 porter with my husband, whose nerves evidently 

 were not of the strongest, turned tail and ran for all 

 he was worth, while my husband and Wilson stood 

 and shrieked with stifled laughter and called him 

 back again. Neither Wilson nor the Kikuyu would 

 go in front to find tracks, so as to leave my husband 

 free to keep his eyes on the bushes. The porter 

 wanted to make out that the rhino had gone on too 

 far, so that they could return. But, by the tracks 

 my husband saw it had fallen into a walk and could 

 not be far off" ; which was correct, as it had been shot 



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