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dividual at different times; as, for example, in the matter 
of wariness, of the times for going to water, of the times 
for resting, and, as regards dangerous game, in the matter 
of ferocity. Their very looks changed. At one moment 
the sun would turn the zebras of a mixed herd white, and 
the hartebeest straw colored, so that the former could be 
seen much farther off than the latter; and again the con¬ 
ditions would be reversed when under the light the zebras 
would show up gray, and the hartebeest as red as foxes. 
I had now killed almost all the specimens of the com¬ 
mon game that the museum needed. However, we kept 
the skin or skeleton of whatever we shot for meat. Now 
and then, after a good stalk, I would get a boar with un¬ 
usually fine tusks, a big gazelle with unusually long and 
graceful horns, or a fine old wildebeest bull, its horns thick 
and battered, its knees bare and calloused from its habit 
of going down on them when fighting or threatening fight. 
On our march northward, we first made a long day’s 
journey to what was called a salt marsh. An hour or two 
after starting we had a characteristic experience with a 
rhino. It was a bull, with poor horns, standing in a plain 
which was dotted by a few straggling thorn-trees and wild 
olives. The safari’s course would have taken it to windward 
of the rhino, which then might have charged in sheer irrit¬ 
able bewilderment; so we turned off at right angles. The 
long line of porters passed him two hundred yards away, 
while we gun men stood between with our rifles ready; 
except Kermit, who was busy taking photos. The rhino 
saw us, but apparently indistinctly. He made little dashes 
to and fro, and finally stood looking at us, with his big 
ears cocked forward; but he did nothing more, and we left 
