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had started back to look for it, accompanied by two of his 
fellows, which was absolutely against orders. They had 
come across a rhino, probably the one I had frightened 
from our path, and had endeavored to avoid him; but he 
had charged them, whereupon they scattered. He over¬ 
took one and tossed him, goring him in the thigh; where¬ 
upon they came back, the two unwounded ones supporting 
the other, and all howling like lost souls. I had some crystals 
of permanganate, an antiseptic, and some cotton in my 
saddle pocket; Cuninghame tore some of the lining out of 
his sleeve for a bandage; and we fixed the man up and left 
him with one companion, while we sent another in to camp 
to fetch out a dozen men with a ground-sheet and some 
poles, to make a litter in which the wounded man could be 
carried. While we were engaged in this field surgery 
another rhino was in sight half a mile off. 
Then on we went on the trail of the herd. It led straight 
across the open, under the blazing sun; and the heat was 
now terrific. At last, almost exactly at noon, Cuninghame, 
who was leading, stopped short. He had seen the buffalo, 
which had halted, made a half-bend backward on their 
tracks, and stood for their noonday rest among some scat¬ 
tered, stunted thorn-trees, leafless and yielding practically 
no shade whatever. A cautious stalk brought me to within 
a hundred and fifty yards. I merely wounded the one I 
first shot at, but killed another as the herd started to run. 
Leaving the skinners to take care of the dead animal, a fine 
cow, Cuninghame and I started after the herd, to see if 
the wounded one had fallen out. After a mile the trail led 
into some scant cover. Here the first thing we did was to 
run into another rhinoceros. It was about seventy yards 
