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HUNTING IN THE SOTIK [ch. viii 
around this camp. We killed what we needed of the 
common kinds, and in addition each of us killed a big 
rhino. The two rhinos were almost exactly alike, and 
their horns were of the so-called 44 Keitloa ” type, the 
fore horn twenty-two inches long, the rear over seven¬ 
teen. The day I killed mine I used all three of my 
rifles. We all went out together, as Kermit was desirous 
of taking photos of my rhino, if I shot one ; he had not 
been able to get good ones of his on the previous day. 
We also took the small ox-waggon, so as to bring into 
camp bodily the rhino—if we got it—and one or two 
zebras, of which we wanted the flesh for the safari, the 
skeletons for the Museum. The night had been cool, 
but the day was sunny and hot. At first we rode 
through a broad valley, bounded by high, scrub-covered 
hills. The banks of the dry stream were fringed with 
deep green acacias, and here and there in relief against 
their dark foliage flamed the orange-red flowers of the 
tall aloe clumps. With the Springfield I shot a stein- 
buck and a lesser bustard. Then we came out on the 
vast rolling brown plains. With the Winchester I shot 
two zebra stallions, missing each standing, at long range, 
and then killing them as they ran, one after a two-miles 
hard gallop on my brown pony, which had a good turn 
of speed. I killed a third zebra stallion with my Spring- 
field, again missing it standing and killing it running. 
In mid-afternoon we spied our rhino, and, getting near, 
saw that it had good horns. It was in the middle of the 
absolutely bare plain, and we walked straight up to the 
dull-sighted, dull-witted beast, Kermit with his camera, 
I with the Holland double-barrel. The tick-birds 
warned it, but it did not make us out until we were 
well within a hundred yards, when it trotted toward us, 
head and tail up. At sixty yards I put the heavy bullet 
