WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



The traces left by the old animal and the young one 

 showed that they were moving in a big curve in the 

 direction of our camp. Suddenly, as we moved on, I 

 spied the mother standing not far from me under a 

 locust-tree. In an instant I took aim and killed her 

 by a shot in the ear. The young one uttered a piercing 

 cry, made a few steps towards us, turned about, and 

 fled. My men and I followed in hot pursuit. As it 

 turned and charged us, I caught it by the neck, and 

 fell with it to the ground, while my men roped its legs. 

 By holding a piece of the mother's skin before it, I in- 

 duced it to follow me for some distance. But then it 

 stubbornly refused to go on, squealing and fighting by 

 way of protest. I left four of my men with it, returned 

 to the camp, and sent a sufficient number of carriers 

 to fetch it. Towards evening it was brought into camp 

 protesting at the top of its voice against its capture. 



Now the difficult task of raising the animal began. 

 My cows died one after another, and, fortunately, the 

 rhinoceros took very kindly to a goat. I looked out for 

 my precious captive with the utmost care, often giving 

 it the bottle myself. When I proceeded with my cara- 

 van on my march into the steppe, I left it, with its at- 

 tendants, in charge of ex-Sergeant Merkel, who took 

 excellent care of all. When I was ready to start to 

 the coast, I found it fairly grown-up and quite gentle, 

 and, in fact, able to cover the whole distance on foot. 

 To avoid the great heat of the day, we often marched at 



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