With Flashlight and Rifle -* 



gradually got worse. He died a few days later. It was 

 bad luck to lose him, especially when all promised so well 

 at first. 



On yet another occasion fortune seemed to smile on 

 me when I succeeded in shooting a cow rhinoceros with 

 her young one beside her ; but in this case we did not 

 even get hold of the young one. The spot where we 

 encountered them was a long way from the camp, and 

 we had to go back to it at nightfall, returning in the 

 morning. 



On approaching the body of the old one I looked 

 round carefully with my field-glasses, but the young 

 animal was nowhere to be seen. Presently the sharp eye 

 of one of my natives detects a movement in the bushes 

 some distance away. With the help of my glasses I 

 discover that it is the young rhinoceros, who has got up 

 on his feet, and is standing there motionless on the alert. 

 After a time he lies down again, and is completely hidden 

 by the bush. 



Favoured by the wind, we are able to approach within 

 a few r steps of him, when suddenly, with a snort, out he 

 plunges. To my joy he comes straight in my direction, 

 and I quite count upon bringing off once again my now 

 practised neck-grip, when off he slips to my left. The 

 men nearest whom he passes dare not catch hold of 

 him, and a wild chase, in which my whole following takes 

 part, ensues over the velt. A swift-footed carrier, a 

 Uganda man, almost overtakes him, and makes a grasp at 

 his uplifted tail. Then hunted and hunters disappear from 

 my sight among the thorn-bushes of the Pori. Two 



