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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
thorn tree, and, after giving me a good stare, advanced 
slowly towards me. I had only my small rifle, 
my gun-carrier being about twenty yards behind 
with my No. 9. I beckoned frantically to him to 
come on, but he seemed very undecided. At last, 
however, being a plucky little fellow, he came up, 
threw the gun at me, case and all, and ran up a tree 
like a monkey. I lost no time in getting the gun 
out of the cover, and gave the rhinoceros a ball in 
the chest. She turned round in double quick time, 
panting like a porpoise. I followed, but a Kaffir cur 
prevented me from getting very near, so she got away. 
On climbing the top of the hill I saw two more, 
and sent my Kaffir below them, thinking they were 
sure to make down hill. I could not get near them, 
but just as they were about to make off, I shot one 
in the shoulder, but rather too low, and away they 
went. The dogs turned one, and brought him back 
not fifteen yards from me at full trot, his head up 
and his tail curled over his back, stepping out in 
splendid style, with fine high action. He looked very 
much inclined to charge me, but a bullet behind his 
shoulders, which dropped him on his knees, made 
him alter his course. I felt convinced that I had 
killed him, and followed him. At last, we saw a brute 
lying down in so natural a position that I never 
thought he could be dead, and shot him behind the 
shoulder, but he had laid down for the last time 
some hours before. It was the one I had shot first. 
After cutting out his horns, some sjamboks and his 
