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another as the herd started to run. Leaving the skinners 
to take care of the dead animal—a fine cow—Cuning- 
hame and I started after the herd to see if the wounded 
one had fallen out. After a mile the trail led into some 
scant cover. Here the first thing we did was to run 
into another rhinoceros. It was about seventy yards 
away, behind a thorn-tree, and began to move jerkily 
and abruptly to and fro, gazing towards us. “ Oh, you 
malevolent old idiot!” I muttered, facing it with rifle 
cocked. Then, as it did not charge, I added to Cuning- 
hame : “ Well, 1 guess it will let us go by all right.” And 
let us go by it did. We were anxious not to shoot, both 
because in a country with no settlers a rhino rarely does 
harm, and also because I object to anything like needless 
butchery, and furthermore because we desired to avoid 
alarming the buffalo. Half a mile farther on we came on 
the latter, apparently past their fright. We looked them 
carefully over with our glasses. The wounded one was 
evidently not much hurt, and therefore I did not wish 
to kill her, for I did not need another cow, and there 
was no adult bull. So we did not molest them, and 
after a while they got our wind, and went off at a 
lumbering gallop. Returning to the dead cow, we 
found the skin ready, and marched back to camp, reach¬ 
ing it just as the moon rose at seven. We had been 
away thirteen hours, with nothing to eat and only the 
tepid water in our canteens to drink. 
We were in the country of the Samburu, and several 
of their old men and warriors visited us at this camp. 
They are cattle-owning nomads like the Masai; but in 
addition to cattle, sheep, and goats, they own herds of 
camels, which they milk, but do not use as beasts of 
burden. In features they are more like Somalis than 
negroes. 
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