WILD LIFE ACROSS THE WORLD 



again, to overtake the wagon, which we had allowed 

 to trek on ahead, to hustle the camera porters into 

 new life, and start for the scene of action. After half 

 an hour's riding we came on Loveless, who informed us 

 that Jones was down in the valley keeping watch on 

 the animal, which did not yet know of his presence. 



We at once took the cameras from the carriers, 

 and began to creep cautiously up-wind towards a 

 clump of bush in which Jones was hidden. 



Fortunately, the Hght was excellent — it was just 

 about noon — and other conditions generally were in 

 our favour. The cowboys got their ropes ready and 

 started to work round slowly, whilst I went forward on 

 foot quite close to the sleeping rhino, focused my camera 

 on him and gave the signal for the others to close in. 



Instantly Jones gave vent to a war-whoop which 

 would have done credit to a Red Indian and, followed 

 by his assistants, dashed up. A moment later the rhino 

 was on his feet trying to get the scent, his great 

 nose in the air, his little purblind eyes peering round. 

 He just gave me time to get some film, then he was 

 away at full speed down the valley, the cowboys in 

 close pursuit. He galloped considerably over a couple 

 of miles before he decided to halt and face his 

 enemies. The place he chose was a good one from 

 his point of view — a. dip in the ground where the 

 rains of the night before had formed a small pool. 

 He went right into it and turned round to face us, 



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