CHAPTER XI 



EHINO, AND HOW NOT TO SHOOT THEM 



WE were now practically on the confines of the 

 barred Ogaden country, and of course began to 

 hear wonderful tales of the number of rhino on 

 beyond. We had, however, promised to limit our- 

 selves to the eighth degree of latitude, so decided 

 to do one march more to some pools, replenish 

 our water-barrels, and then turn our steps north- 

 wards once more. On this march I, for the first 

 time, saw rhino tracks ; they were old, but im- 

 pressed me much with the enormous power of the 

 brutes. This one had apparently strolled through 

 large thorn trees as we might walk through a 

 bunch of grass. The cover here got very dense, 

 one mass of " wait-a-bit " thorn trees as far as the 

 eye could reach ; in the distance, to the south, we 

 got glimpses of a hilly country. Spots told me 

 that in this country beyond there were large 

 sandy water-courses, and that by watching these 

 you could often see rhino coming down to drink, 

 and get a fair shot. No one, he said, had ever 



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