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borhood. From this we learned not to pitch our 

 tents on a rhino trail as the animals were as likely 

 as not to come trotting carelessly along down wind 

 and blunder squarely into camp. During the day the 

 rhinoceros does not drink much, putting in more time 

 dozing or fighting. About 4 p.m. he feels the need 

 of a drink after the torrid heat and begins to wander 

 toward his neighborhood waterhole, feeding as he 

 goes. After a drink he will play by wallowing around 

 in the mud, or pick a choice fight with some worthy 

 antagonist. He spends a good deal of the night 

 wandering restlessly about, grunting and squealing in 

 marked contrast to his silence during the day. 



It is probable that few animals suffer so much 

 from native hunters as does the rhino. 



I remember one exciting evening when Osa and her 

 guide, Bukhari, climbed a ten foot rock some distance 

 back of our camp. I wanted to get some photo- 

 graphs of rhinos as they went down to the waterhole 

 for a drink. We agreed on signals in advance. One 

 whistle, repeated at intervals, meant a rhino was 

 coming in front of us ; two that he came from the left ; 

 and three from the right. If Osa saw one coming up 

 behind us she was to give four blasts. 



With one other man I lay down in the sand about 

 twelve feet from the flashlight lamps which were set 

 up by the trail to the water. 



About ten o'clock Osa gave one whistle. It was 



