128 THROUGH SOMALILAND AND ABYSSINIA CHAP. 
brother to take up the pursuit. At our evening camp he 
arrived with the heads of both, a very fine bull and a cow, and 
we skinned them by firelight. 
On the morning of the 7th August the caravan marched 
sixteen miles to a karia of the Rer Gedi, Abbasgul, sub-tribe, at 
a place called Haddama. Early in the day, while walking along 
the path, I came on the fresh tracks of a large bull rhino, so, 
placing the caravan and traversing work in charge of my 
brother, I left the path on these tracks followed by Géli and 
Hassan. The rhinoceros had taken a straight line for a ridge 
of low hills to the south, which are a continuation of the Harar 
highlands, and after following for several miles through thick 
jungle and over burnt clearings, the sun getting hotter and 
hotter, we at last put him up about noon, making him rush off 
through the forest without our even getting a sight of him. I 
took up the tracking patiently for an hour more, and then we 
heard the trampling and snorting and smashing of thorn-trees 
again. Following at a run, we saw him standing broadside-on, 
listening, in the centre of several acres of very transparent but 
dense and thorny wait-a-bit cover. We at once lay down. Not 
hearing our footsteps any more, the rhino trotted forward, head 
held high, for fifty yards, and then stood and listened again. 
He looked decidedly vicious. We crawled up to a small ever- 
green shrub, and I sat up behind it, and taking a steady rest upon 
my knees, fired for his ear at a range of seventy yards with my 
ten-bore rifle. The bull dropped in his tracks, an inert mass. 
Going up, we found that the ten-bore bullet had hit him exactly 
where I aimed, entering under the left ear and stopping under 
the skin of the right temple. 
It was twenty-five miles from camp, and as the camel was 
fully occupied in carrying the massive head and a few shields, 
I had to tramp the whole way. This, added to the hot track- 
ing work of five hours before we got the rhino, and the fast 
run after putting him up, made a long day’s work, and I was 
right glad at sunset to meet some men whom my brother had 
considerately sent back with water and dates to bring us on 
to my half of the caravan, which he had halted for me at 
Haddima. He had gone on to Warer, for we never allowed 
shooting to delay the rate of progress, and I came up with him 
there next morning; as usual we re-formed the double camp, 
with our Cabul tents side by side. The camp was pitched near 
the wells in a beautiful glade, covered with green grass, kept 
