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diversion pleasing after it's all over and diverting 

 while it lasts. The cry of "faru" is a good deal like 

 "car coming" at an automobile race. Instantly 

 everybody is all attention, with the attention equally 

 divided between the rhino and the nearest tree. If 

 there is no tree the interest in the rhino becomes 

 more acute. 



The thought of being impaled en brochette on 

 the horn of a rhino is one of the least attractive 

 forms of mental exertion that I know of. It is a 

 close second to the thought of being stepped on by 

 a herd of elephants marching single file. 



Well, we survived the charge of the heavy bri- 

 gade, and then moved onward, ever and anon cast- 

 ing an alert glance at the deep clumps of thicket 

 along the way. Fortunately no more rhinos ap- 

 peared and the next thing we struck was Thanks- 

 giving Day. 



The proper way to celebrate that deservedly 

 popular holiday is not by sitting in tall grass with 

 a can of beans and a bottle of pickles in the fore- 

 ground. This is said with all respect to the manu- 

 facturers of beans and pickles who may advertise 

 in the papers. 



For a time, however, beans and pickles seemed 

 to be the nearest outlook for us, but after a while 

 the cook, whose nerves had been shaken by the im- 

 petuous advance of the rhino, arose to the demands 

 of the occasion and set up a table upon which soon 

 appeared some hot tea, some bread and honey, some 

 beans and deviled ham, and a few knickknacks in 



