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rhino made off to the southwest, I felt sure he 

 would cross my wind and that if he did he would 

 be likely to charge. It seemed at the moment to 

 be my best chance of another shot, for of course I 

 could not begin to get through the thick jungle 

 at the pace he was going, and would have been left 

 far behind had I attempted to follow. So I held 

 my position, awaiting developments— knowing I 

 could track him later, if nothing interesting hap- 

 pened in the immediate future. 



Meanwhile I could not determine his exact loca- 

 tion, but while immediately after the report he 

 seemed to be going away, in a few moments it 

 appeared to me he was coming toward the open 

 space. Meantime I was endeavoring to get the 

 cartridges out of the 12-bore, which had a defec- 

 tive ejector, and, as I was fingering with this, the 

 rhino broke from the jungle, coming directly 

 toward me, charging truly up-wind. It was not 

 over forty feet from where he broke out of the jun- 

 gle to where I stood on the mound, the latter being 

 perhaps twenty feet in diameter, and the rhino 

 came on without hesitation and without noise ex- 

 cept that made by his feet and huge bulk, his head 

 held straight out, not lowered like a bull, and with 

 his little eye squinting savagely. I had hastily 

 handed the 12-bore over to Bilal, taking the .50, 

 when the rhino broke from the jungle, and as he 



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