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bulls with horns no bigger than those of cows. I would 
have liked another good bull’s head for myself; but I 
also wished another cow for the Museum. Before I 
could shoot, however, a loud yelling was heard from 
among the porters in our rear, and away went the 
buffalo. Full of wrath, we walked back to inquire. 
We found that one porter had lost his knife, and had 
started back to look for it, accompanied by two of his 
fellows, which was absolutely against orders. They had 
come across a rhino, probably the one I had frightened 
from our path, and had endeavoured to avoid him, but 
he had charged them, whereupon they scattered. He 
overtook one and tossed him, goring him in the thigh ; 
whereupon they came back, the two unwounded ones 
supporting the other, and all howling like lost souls. I 
had some crystals of permanganate, an antiseptic, and 
some cotton in my saddle pocket; Cuninghame tore 
some of the lining out of his sleeve for a bandage ; and 
we fixed the man up and left him with one companion, 
while we sent another into camp to fetch out a dozen 
men with a ground-sheet and some poles, to make a 
litter in which the wounded man could be carried. 
While we were engaged in this field surgery another 
rhino was in sight half a mile off. 
Then on we went on the trail of the herd. It led 
straight across the open, under the blazing sun, and the 
heat was now terrific. At last, almost exactly at noon, 
Cuninghame, who was leading, stopped short. He had 
seen the buffalo, which had halted, made a half-bend 
backward on their tracks, and stood for their noonday 
rest among some scattered, stunted thorn-trees, leafless, 
and yielding practically no shade whatever. A cautious 
stalk brought me to within a hundred and fifty yards. 
I merely wounded the one I first shot at, but killed 
