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standing. Meantime we had modestly retired behind a 

 neighbouring bush, the rhinoceros continued its route, 

 and we followed, one of the Bejuk chiefs who was with 

 us running ahead. Presently he rushed back, a perfect 

 picture of excitement and delight, dancing like a mad- 

 man, beating his shield with his spear, and springing 

 nearly his own height into the air ; telling us, partly by 

 words, mainly by pantomime, that the rhinoceros was 

 running round and round in a circle and falUng over. 

 We soon came up with it : the monster lay dying on 

 the ground, the young one stood by prodding the mother 

 with its horns, and evidently trying to induce her to 

 move on. Though very badly hit, the old one took 

 several more bullets before it was dead; the smaller 

 animal, after receiving one or two shots, rushed off at 

 the most astonishing pace, and we saw it no more. An 

 examination of the body next day showed that Jesse's 

 bullet, a conical, had hit on the shoulder, turned forwards, 

 and lodged in the neck. Mine, a round bullet, had hit 

 behind the shoulder, made a clean hole through the 

 centre of a rib, and entered the lungs close to the heart. 

 Its not having glanced on the rib showed the advantage 

 of a hardened round bullet over a conical. I had fiured 

 with a heavy breach-loading No. 12, with a charge of 

 five drachms of the strongest coarse powder. 



After following up the smaller rhinoceros for a short dis- 

 tance unsuccessfully, it became dusk, and, strapping the 

 koodoo on a baggage-mule of Mockler's, we started home- 

 wards. Scarcely had we done so when two lions began 

 roaring in some bushes close by. We went up to the 



