WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



moving. Tramp, tramp, tramp, we went along silently, 

 in the well-beaten track on the hot, dry ground in the 

 glow of the mid-day sun. Hour after hour passed and 

 our strength was wellnigh exhausted. 



Suddenly we see an object near a group of trees. 

 My field - glass tells me it is a solitary male giraffe, 

 which passes out of sight as soon as he has scented 

 us. Now we are crossing the deep, dried-out bed of a 

 periodic river. Heading the line, I arrive first on top 

 of the high embankment on the opposite shore. About 

 two hundred feet in front of me I notice a dark mass 

 near a high Salvadora bush. I let myself down on 

 my right knee; my men follow my example a tempo. 

 A number of black birds fly up from the dark mass. 

 The mass rises; it is a rhinoceros, and near it a second, 

 a young one, emerges from the grass. My carriers pass 

 me quickly the photographic apparatus, always kept 

 in readiness. The snap - shot with the camera is fol- 

 lowed by a shot from my rifle. The wounded mother 

 rhinoceros rages about in a circle, snorting and pufling 

 like an engine, looking for the enemy. A second shot 

 settles her, and my blacks swarm out to surround and 

 capture the young one. This one proves to be rather 

 big and dangerous. Without delay it goes for my 

 blacks, who also without delay scatter in all directions. 

 The young animal then turns and makes its escape, 

 raising its tail straight up. 



I did not care to kill the animal, but I would have 



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