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noceros seemed to spend the heat of the day in sleep, and 
to feed in the morning and evening, and perhaps through¬ 
out the night; and to drink in the evening and morning, 
usually at some bay or inlet of the river. In the morning 
they walked away from the water for an hour or two, until 
they came to a place which suited them for the day’s sleep. 
Unlike the ordinary rhinoceros, the square-mouthed rhi¬ 
noceros feeds exclusively on grass. Its dung is very differ¬ 
ent; we only occasionally saw it deposited in heaps, ac¬ 
cording to the custom of its more common cousin. The 
big, sluggish beast seems fond of nosing the ant-hills of red 
earth, both with its horn and with its square muzzle; it 
may be that it licks them for some saline substance. It 
is apparently of less solitary nature than the prehensile¬ 
lipped rhino, frequently going in parties of four or five 
or half a dozen individuals. 
We did not get an early start. Hour after hour we 
plodded on, under the burning sun, through the tall, tangled 
grass, which was often higher than our heads. Continu¬ 
ally we crossed the trails of elephant and more rarely of 
rhinoceros, but the hard, sunbaked earth and-stiff, tinder- 
dry long grass made it a matter of extreme difficulty to tell 
if a trail was fresh, or to follow it. Finally, Kermit and 
his gun-bearer, Kassitura, discovered some unquestionably 
fresh footprints which those of us who were in front had 
passed over. Immediately we took the trail, Kongoni and 
Kassitura acting as trackers, while Kermit and I followed 
at their heels. Once or twice the two trackers were puz¬ 
zled, but they were never entirely at fault; and after half 
an hour Kassitura suddenly pointed toward a thorn-tree 
about sixty yards off. Mounting a low ant-hill I saw 
