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rhino whose mother had gored Saunderson. The 

 baby was so scared it charged the black, knocked 

 him down and stamped on him. 



Next morning it rained in small showers and I 

 thought the day would be a washout altogether. But 

 Boculy said that we should find rhino before noon; 

 and we did. It rained like the devil for fifteen 

 minutes, then the sim came blazing out in all its 

 African glory. 



Right ahead of us was a herd of twenty-seven 

 giraffe. A few minutes later Boculy pointed out a 

 rhino across a deep valley. I had to take my glass to 

 see it. But before I could focus on it the native 

 announced there was a "toto" or baby rhino with it. 

 I wish I had eyesight like that. It took us an hour 

 to get to the animals, with the bad going and our 

 heavy cameras. And when we got there the big 

 mother had gone to sleep under a wide bush. We 

 could not see the toto so we sat down to wait for her to 

 wake up. 



About three o'clock the old woman came to and let 

 her baby have dinner. We did not dare move or she 

 would have seen us. A mother rhino and baby are a 

 dangerous proposition. We were right out in the 

 open. In a short time she decided to ramble on and 

 started toward us. She was about the size of a coal 

 truck, and roughly the same color. 



The instant she got our wind she snorted and ducked 



