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disappeared in one direction my game disappeared in 

 the other. 



At last a day came when I saw a rhino with a big body 

 and a good horn. We had been riding for a couple of hours; 



the game was all 

 around us. Two gi- 

 raffes stared at us 

 with silly curiosity 

 rather than alarm; 

 twice I was within 

 range of the bigger 

 one. At last Ba- 

 khari, the gun- 

 bearer, pointed to 

 a gray mass on the 

 plain, and a glance 

 through the glasses 

 showed that it was 

 a rhino lying asleep 

 with his legs doub- 

 led under him. 

 He proved to be 

 a big bull, with a 

 front horn nearly 

 twenty - six inches 

 long. I was anx- 

 ious to try the 

 sharp-pointed bul- 

 lets of the little 

 Springfield rifle on 

 him; and Cuning- 

 hame and I, treading cautiously, walked up wind straight 

 toward him, our horses following a hundred yards be- 

 hind. He was waked by the tick-birds, and twisted his 

 head to and fro, but at first did not seem to hear us, 

 although looking in our direction. When we were a hun- 

 dred yards off he rose and faced us, huge and threatening, 



Bluffs near one of our camping-places 

 From a pliotograph by Edmund Heller 



