CHAP, xvi ACROSS TO THE GUASO NYIRO 201 



We had not gone very far before I saw, under a 

 tree a little way to our right, an old rhino with her 

 calf. We thought it would be interesting to study 

 them at close quarters, so leaving the safari to 

 pursue its way quietly across the plain, Mrs. B. and 

 I rode off to view the mother and her baby. The 

 old rhino was furious at our intrusion, and when we 

 got to within about 100 yards of her, charged 

 viciously out at us as hard as she was able to come, 

 putting us to instant flight. Seeing that she could 

 not overtake us, she gave up the chase and returned 

 to her shelter under a tree. A few minutes after- 

 wards, while I was galloping back to rejoin the 

 safari, "The Mule" crossed his legs, turned a 

 complete somersault, and rolled right over me. The 

 safari, in whose sight we had been all the time, 

 instantly set up a shout, thinking that I was either 

 killed or badly hurt, but luckily I was none the 

 worse for the fall. 



It was a thousand pities that B. could not shoot 

 in this ideal place, especially as he had come so far 

 to do so, but his foot had again become very 

 painful, and he soon had to dismount and be carried 

 in a hammock for the rest of the way. 



While we were crossing this interesting stretch 

 of country I saw a rhino with the longest horns 

 that it had yet been my good fortune to come 

 across. I was very anxious that Mrs. B. should get 



