82 ZOOLOGICAL 
SOCIETY 
BULLETIN 
DANGER SIGNALS 
The twisting of the tail is generally followed by an immediate charge, but in open country like this, one can easily jump aside. 
the usual uproar of stampeding rhinoceroses. 
Just at that moment, as I started to rejoin my 
friend, the most terrific, awe-inspiring squeal 
and racket arose right ahead of me, and I rushed 
forward. 
What luck! There was the big 
A bull madly struggling but securely 
Self- caught between two gnarled trees. 
stepped Blind fury and blustering impetu- 
osity had landed him in this di- 
lemma. His terrific onward rush had jammed 
his head between the twin trunks, which held 
him fast. Rage, fright and terror made mat- 
ters still worse and he had forced both fore- 
limbs through until he was caught and held in 
living stocks, made by nature. The tree-stems 
shook, but they were slow-growing partners, not 
used to bending, and had braved many storms. 
The violent efforts of the rhino only increased 
his helplessness. His huge body slipped up- 
ward, and in no time the feet had dug out what 
ground they could still reach. Matari and I 
frantically worked to tear away a few bunches 
of grass and to cut some of the bushes, so I 
might focus. ensued for a 
Dead silence mo- 
ment. Our captive gathered his strength, sank 
back, and feeling firm ground, he reared up, 
The 
tree nearest to us had been weak at the base, 
The Judge 
and on coming down again he was free! 
and it simply had to give way. 
rushed up just in time to see our prize disappear 
with tail in the air. 
The cause of all this was that 
Judge after we had left Mr. Smets, he 
Smets 
with infinite patience succeeded in 
sneaking up in the high grass to 
the place where the cow and two 
younger animals were walking about. Altogether 
Shoots a 
Big Ball 
too late he discovered that the bull was facing 
him, and he had to fire on short notice. 
It was not yet noon, and my companion laugh- 
ingly remarked that my opportunity was still to 
Matari warned us to go slowly, and with 
fingers on his lips motioned for silence. We fol- 
lowed an easy trail. Our bull merely went 
from waterhole to waterhole, and from 
wallowing place to another, but always heading 
away from our camp. Twice we caught sight of 
him going at a fair rate. It was no longer a 
question of photographing. We would not aban- 
don an animal that might not recover from his 
wound. 
come. 
one 
With barely sixty minutes’ intermission we 
had been on the move for nearly twelve hours. 
Night was at hand and we could not possibly 
reach camp until several hours after dark. 
With no moon, it would be pitch black, and if a 
storm broke loose we would be in for it. I was 
in favor of taking up the trail anew next morn- 
