WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



US without hesitation. Evading the thrust of the small 

 horns, I threw my arms around his neck. We wrestled 

 for quite a while, now he on top, now I, until my men, 

 leaving the dead mother, ran to my assistance and tied 

 the young fighter's legs. We carried him in triumph 

 to the camp on an improvised litter. For a few days 

 he thrived well ; but a malignant ulcer developed on his 

 lower jaw which soon caused his death. This was only 

 one of many failures. The greater the efforts, the keen- 

 er the disappointment. Yet a hunter must not become 

 discouraged, but try and try again. In East Africa he 

 is particularly handicapped since he cannot use horses 

 when pursuing his prey, and the unhealthy climate or 

 the sting of the tsetse-fly may at any moment turn suc- 

 cess into failure. Disappointments such as I have de- 

 scribed are often aggravated by accidents and even loss 

 of human life. In the mountainous region of the Masai- 

 Nyika, about six thousand feet above the level of the 

 saa, I discovered once, towards evening, a mother 

 rhinoceros with her young one. The animals were half 

 hidden by shrubs and bushes. I killed the mother and 

 ordered my men to pursue and surround the young. 

 Too late I noticed that the young animal was already 

 well developed and had horns of considerable size. My 

 men were then beyond the reach of my voice. My boy 

 Hamis, the peaceful guardian of my riding asses, was 

 leading the rest in hot pursuit. Suddenly the animal 

 stopped short and turned against his pursuers. Hamis, 



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