Sie) ZOOLOGICAL 
AT BAY AFTER A TWO HOUR_CHASE 
Although wounded, this young bull traveled about ten miles across 
country. Mr. van de Kerkhove with his rifle courageously covered 
his quarry, so the author declares that he “took no particular risk” in 
photographing the maddened brute. 
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now we had to take care of our unexpected 
prize, which was needed for the habitat group. 
On another occasion three of us passed 
within a few yards of a good-sized bull. The 
tip of his horn as it rubbed against a clump of 
trees, was just visible, but the high grass and 
occasional bushes had cut off our prospects of 
taking a photograph. My friend, Judge Smets, 
thought he could head off our quarry and cau- 
tiously advanced. We waited. It was not his 
intention to shoot, but a sudden detonation 
from the express rifle drowned every other 
noise. The rhinoceros had turned upon him, 
and he fired over its back. 
Now, with the beast thundering 
Balla through the brush it raised the 
a a wrath and courage of our native 
aoe aa ; 
Bull hunter. Balla acted as if the fir- 
ing pin had nerved his heart anew 
and given strength to every muscle. <A few 
leaps, and the thud of his spear brought forth 
a squeal from the maddened brute. Yet the 
famous Azande lay prostrate in the track of his 
victim, unharmed, to be sure, but how could he 
withstand the force that hurled his six foot 
lance? Cutting through the middle of one of 
the animal’s ribs and penetrating half a foot 
beyond, the spear caused a stream of blood to 
gush forth from its nostrils. In the mad rush 
through the jungle the shaft splintered, the 
blade bent and the vital organs were still more 
lacerated. 
Balla was now deaf to all questions, his mind 
set on murder as he thought of the meat that 
would nourish his family and the deed that 
would stamp him a hero even in this land of 
many hazards. Crawling forward on his hands 
and knees, he found a branch torn down and 
trampled upon in the wild stampede and coy- 
ered with clots of blood. This aroused him to 
fresh exertions. Presently he recovered the 
shaft of his lance and smeared it with the gore 
of his victim to insure future good luck. Twice 
he slapped his hands against his thighs, mean- 
ing twenty, then with the left hand counted five 
and raised four fingers. This was the twenty- 
ninth rhinoceros to fall to his spear! 
Of our many attempts to take 
Great photographs from life, the follow- 
Effort to ing episode is typical. Before 
Mere daybreak Judge Smets, Matari 
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a his faithful gunbearer, and I, with 
Alimasi my fearless Mangbetu, dived into the 
dark gray mists of the apparently unknown. 
Matari had been scouting for the last two days. 
His report held out a good chance for me to 
