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kampong Nagh brought into my presence an oldish. 

 Malay, who he said had marked down a rhino 

 — 'twas not specified whether its ears were tas- 

 selated or no— which, the old Malay assured 

 me, I could certainly get if I would sit up on a 

 platform near by a drinking hole where the rhino 

 visited every night. I took no stock in the scheme, 

 because, as hardly a day passed without rain, my 

 hunter's, if not my common, sense told me that 

 water must be too plentiful in the country to neces- 

 sitate regular or even occasional visits to a water 

 hole by a rhino or any other animal. Also I fan- 

 cied Nagh perhaps wanted a holiday at the little 

 settlement of a few houses where I had observed 

 a couple of good-looking Malay girls. But as the 

 plan offered a new experience in rhino hunting, 

 and as I am always seeking to acquire experience 

 —and knowledge— I went off with the old man 

 some five miles into the jungle, where about twenty 

 feet from a mud hole, which obviously was a rhino 

 wallow and drinking pool in dry weather, we 

 erected a bamboo structure with its platform eight 

 feet above the ground. 



I have put in more uncomfortable nights than 

 that one ; but not many. I had not brought a mos- 

 quito netting, of course, and without it the pests 

 were almost unendurable. And they seemed to 

 like the citronella oil with which I smeared every 



