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HUNTING THE RHINOCEROS. 



"Deep-trodden paths led down to the waterside. We follow them through 

 the brushwood, I leading the way, and thus reach the stream. The rush and 

 the roar of the river resounds in our ears, and we catch the notes, too, of birds. 

 Suddenly right in front of me the ground seems to quicken into life. My 

 first notion is that it must be a gigantic crocodile; but no, it is a rhinoceros 

 which has just been bathing, and which now, disturbed, is glancing in our 

 direction and about to attack us or take to its heels, who can say? Escape 

 seems impossible. Clasping my rifle I plunge back into the dense brush-wood. 

 But the tough viscous branches project me forward again. Now for it. The 

 rhinoceros is 'coming for us.' We tumble about in all directions. Some 

 seconds later we exchange stupefied glances. The animal has fled past us, 

 just grazing us and bespattering us with mud, and has disappeared from 

 sight. How small we felt at that moment I cannot express!" 



From photograph. 



EAST AFRICAN RUBBER FARM. 



One of Col. Roosevelt's most extended hunting expeditions in the Sotik 

 District and around the beautiful volcanic Naivasha lake was undertaken to 



