WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



We follow a broad path well trodden by many genera- 

 tions of elephants and rhinoceroses. It leads through 

 woods of shrubs and bushes into the cool, shady timber 

 forest which is criss-crossed by numerous fresh tracks of 

 those gigantic animals. From the bare top of a moun- 

 tain I can clearly distinguish the configuration of the 

 mountain range, the ridges, the outlying hills, and the 

 highest peaks. But it would take weeks to explore the 

 massive range of the Doenje-Erok. Marching along the 

 crest of a mountain, we cannot help seeing the resting- 

 places lately used by rhinoceroses. While I am on my 

 guard against being suddenly surprised by one or several 

 of them, my rifle-carrier whispers to me, "Umbogo, 

 bwana!" (buffaloes, master!) He had mistaken a small 

 herd of large eland antelopes for buffaloes. I kill a 

 mighty bull which it takes eight of my men to carry to 

 the camp. 



Heading the procession, I advance with the twelve 

 remaining men into the forest, forcing my way through 

 the thick underwood, when I become aware of a rhinoc- 

 eros which has been disturbed by my firing. I am by 

 no means anxious to force an issue at such close quarters 

 — the animal is only ninety feet away — and I am glad 

 to see it trotting clumsily downhill. 



In the thick underwood we notice one resting-place 

 of rhinoceroses after the other, and we must proceed 

 with a great deal of caution. Vines growing up on the 

 tree -trunks and beard -grass hanging down from the 



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