THE RHINOCEROS OF THE LADO 407 
It was Kermit’s turn for the next rhino; and by good 
luck It was a bull, giving us a complete group of bull, cow, 
and calf for the National Museum. We got it as we had 
gotten our first two. Marching through likely country— 
burnt, this time—we came across the tracks of three rhino, 
two big and one small, and followed them through the 
black ashes. It was an intricate and difficult piece of 
tracking, for the trail wound hither and thither and was 
criss-crossed by others; but Kongoni and Kassitura grad¬ 
ually untangled the maze, found where the beasts had 
drunk at a small pool that morning, and then led us to 
where they were lying asleep under some thorn-trees. It 
was about eleven o’clock. As the bull rose Kermit gave 
him a fatal shot with his beloved Winchester. He gal¬ 
loped full speed toward us, not charging, but in a mad 
panic of terror and bewilderment; and with a bullet from 
the Holland I brought him down in his tracks only a few 
yards away. The cow went off at a gallop. The calf, 
a big creature, half grown, hung about for some time, and 
came up quite close, but was finally frightened away by 
shouting and hand-clapping. Some cow herons were 
round these rhino; and the head and body of the bull 
looked as if it had been splashed with whitewash. 
It was an old bull, with a short, stubby, worn-down 
horn. It was probably no heavier than a big ordinary 
rhino bull such as we had shot on the Sotik, and its horns 
were no larger, and the front and rear ones were of the 
same proportions relatively to each other. But the mis¬ 
shapen head was much larger, and the height seemed 
greater because of the curious hump. This fleshy hump 
is not over the high dorsal vertebrae, but just forward of 
