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COLONEL ROOSEVELT A REMARKABLE HUNTER. 
Theodore Roosevelt glanced casually along the barrel of his 
deadly rifle. Crack! A single shot and the ferocious and dreadful 
rhinoceros of the jungle hesitated, rocked and pitched forward on 
his knees, dead. 
The bullet was fatal, but so fierce was the rush of the giant 
rhinoceros that it plunged almost to the feet of the Colonel. 
The rhinoceros, the first that the party had bagged, was 
A DESPERATE RACE WITH RHINOCERI. 
encountered unexpectedly while making a short sortie from the 
camp near Machakos, some fifty miles south of Nairobi. 
The native beaters had made a wide detour movement, and a 
returning signal soon told the hunters to be on the alert. Within 
a few moments the stalked animal gave its own warning, and, 
with furious snorts, it broke through the underbrush electrifying 
the Colonel, who expected to meet his sixth lion* 
