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Morgan they were as different as a home-made blouse 

 is to a creation of Paquin's to a woman. 



It was daylight when we marched into Beit Itman 

 this time, so I saw that it was quite a large settle- 

 ment. 



We left it by direct route to J. Telgona. There was 

 a path for a few miles of the way to the new clearing, 

 made by a man called Ali, who had settled there with 

 his family. He was the father of one of the boldest 

 women I have seen among blacks — more of a man than 

 a woman. 



Before reaching Beit (the house of) Ali I came upon 

 a rhinoceros. We saw him at the end of a long 

 glade, from the place where I had just shot a water- 

 buck. There was a strict order against killing rhino- 

 ceros unless they charged. I do not think that I quite 

 kept the spirit of the regulation, for I walked in my 

 original direction, though it brought me within thirty 

 yards of him. A tempter at my elbow, in the person 

 of my servant, kept whispering as he touched his side, 

 " Hit him here, sir ! " A troop of wart-hogs, 100 yards 

 the far side of the rhinoceros, took fright, and tails 

 erect, bolted. At last he turned round, ran a couple 

 of steps towards me, and then turned about and 

 bolted. As that could not be called a charge, I lost 

 my chance. He had quite good horns, and was of the 

 white or grass-eating, square-lipped species, which is 

 the sort in this part of the country. They are pretty 

 numerous. 



