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take photographs of live rhinoceroses. A heavy 
rain had fallen and ceased shortly after mid- 
night, and this incident greatly favored our 
enterprise. Finding tracks that were per- 
fectly fresh, we proceeded to follow them 
without delay. A glorious sunrise swept off 
the last vapors and by ten o'clock the intense 
heat made it certain that the troop of rhinocer- 
oses we were after must have settled down to 
rest. 
We found that the great beasts had satisfied 
their thirst in a nearby swamp, and at the first 
wallowing place the stirred-up mud_ revealed 
that they had been having the time of their 
lives. How many there were could not be 
determined. Footprints on the trail a little 
beyond showed three had entered the jungle, 
but the old bull, by far the biggest animal, 
had passed on. Crossing the hill in a hurry 
we saw by the trail that the members of the 
herd had rejoined one another. After scan- 
ning the expanse of short grass of the lower 
lying morass right in front of us, we decided 
to make a short cut to the next plateau, where 
we hoped to find the rhinoceroses sound asleep. 
Only a few words were spoken, and then a 
sudden commotion, several hard snorts, and a 
wild rush were our punishment for 
broken the silence. The bolting of our quarries, 
which had been standing in the high grass only 
twenty yards away, seemed to announce that 
surprises might be the rule of the day. Now 
that their vigilance was aroused we might have 
a long chase and it would be far better for us to 
go slowly and give them a chance to allay their 
fears. Though it was still an hour before noon 
we halted to take a bite and soon were loudly 
joking. 
Twenty minutes passed, when, “What was 
that?”  Matari dropped the food from his 
mouth and stared straight ahead, blank con- 
sternation seemed to have paralyzed him. At 
first no one dared to move. He and his master 
soon stood ready with their rifles. Our rhin- 
had returned and we could now see 
their dark gray backs hardly ten yards away. 
Mr. Smets was happy and motioned me to take 
photographs. Certainly it seemed an admirable 
chance, but every blade of grass in front of the 
rhinoceroses enlarged itself to the size of a cur- 
tain on the mirror of my graftlex camera. We 
all went back to the trail, the Judge alone would 
try to turn them, and if this were impossible, 
he decided to wound the bull. 
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Anxious seconds, minutes, and a half hour 
passed. Finally a shot rang out, followed by 
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A bull calf white rhinoceros, standing guard over its dead mother. 
Rushing forward and trotting about, he snorted and whistled like a 
steam engine. In the side view the distinctive nuchal hump of this 
species is already well marked 
