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the same individual at different times ; as, for example, 
in the matter of wariness, of the times for going to 
water, of the times for resting, and, as regards dangerous 
game, in the matter of ferocity. Their very looks 
changed. At one moment the sun would turn the 
zebras of a mixed herd white, and the hartebeest 
straw-coloured, so that the former could be seen much 
farther off than the latter ; and again the conditions 
would be reversed, when under the light the zebras 
would show up grey, and the hartebeest as red as 
foxes. 
I had now killed almost all the specimens of the 
common game that the Museum needed. However, we 
kept the skin or skeleton of whatever we shot for meat. 
Now and then, after a good stalk, I would get a boar 
with unusually fine tusks, a big gazelle with unusually 
long and graceful horns, or a fine old wildebeest bull, 
its horns thick and battered, its knees bare and callous 
from its habit of going down on them when fighting or 
threatening fight. 
On our march northward we first made a long day’s 
journey to what was called a salt marsh. An hour or 
two after starting we had a characteristic experience 
with a rhino. It was a bull, with poor horns, standing 
in a plain which w T as dotted by a few straggling thorn- 
trees and wild olives. The safari’s course would have 
taken it to windward of the rhino, which then might 
have charged in sheer irritable bewilderment, so we 
turned off at right angles. The long line of porters 
passed him two hundred yards away, while we gun 
men stood between with our rifles ready, except Kermit, 
who was busy taking photos. The rhino saw us, but 
apparently indistinctly. He made little dashes to and 
fro, and finally stood looking at us, with his big ears 
