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I thought we were in for a charge. The rhinos 

 pawed the earth, snorted, looked undecided, then 

 turned and ran. 



When I looked around there was Sister Withall 

 and Osa. They had moved the car slowly up, 

 stopped and climbed atop it to watch the fim. This 

 was Osa's first outing from being bedridden since she 

 had been taken ill on the mountain. 



A few days later we reached a waterhole that had 

 proved promising in the past. In the afternoon we 

 set up the cameras and were about to begin a wait 

 for game when down the trail trotted a big bull rhino 

 that came to within fifty feet before he saw us. 

 He stopped, gave a snort and galloped our way with 

 his head down. Fifteen feet from the camera he 

 whirled and ran around a tree. Osa, still a little 

 wobbly, but ready with her gun, watched him closely. 

 Sister Withall was palpably worried. 



After circling the tree the rhino apparently decided 

 we were just an hallucination and decided to come 

 on down again. This time he dashed along at full 

 speed and showed every sign of charging right 

 through us all. To save our lives Osa fired at 

 twelve feet and brought him down with this single 

 roimd from her .405 Winchester. 



After the incident Osa returned to camp and went 

 to bed. The excitement had been too much for her 

 convalescent state. 



