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bull, with a fair horn; much the biggest bull we had yet 
seen; and with head up and action high, the sun glinting 
on his slate hide and bringing out his enormous bulk, he 
was indeed a fine sight. I waited a moment for Kermit 
to snap him. Unfortunately the waving grass spoiled the 
picture. Then I fired right and left into his body, behind 
the shoulders, and down he went. In color he seemed 
of exactly the same shade as the common rhino, but he 
was taller and heavier, being six feet high. He carried a 
stout horn, a little over two feet long; the girth at the base 
was very great. 
Leaving the gun-bearers (with all our water) to skin the 
mighty beast, Kermit and I started for camp; and as we 
were rather late Kermit struck out at a great pace in front, 
while I followed on the little ambling mule. On our way 
in we passed the elephants, still standing where we had 
left them in the morning, with the white cow herons flying 
and walking around and over them. Heller and Cun- 
inghame at once went out to camp by the skin and take 
care of it, and to bring back the skeleton. We had been 
out about eleven hours without food; we were very dirty 
from the ashes on the burnt ground; we had triumphed; 
and we were thoroughly happy as we took our baths and 
ate our hearty dinner. 
It was amusing to look at our three naturalists and 
compare them with the conventional pictures of men of 
science and learning—especially men of science and learn¬ 
ing in the wilderness—drawn by the novelists a century 
ago. Nowadays the field naturalist—who is usually at all 
points superior to the mere closet naturalist—follows a pro¬ 
fession as full of hazard and interest as that of the explorer 
