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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
night, and that, farther on, the Tamalarke, or rather 
Tamalakarni, was pure tsetse: he had come far out 
of his way to warn us for the last time, and now 
the fault must rest on our own heads. In this 
dilemma I had almost decided to trek back at once, 
as the man spoke so fairly and so freely that I be¬ 
lieved very word. 
He had hardly gone, when two Masaras came, 
proving conclusively that there were elephants a-head, 
saying that both bulls and cows had drunk that night 
about four hours higher up the river, that it was quite 
untrue about the fly, that they knew their standing- 
place, and that we should certainly find them not later 
than 1 or 2 p.m. if we started at daylight. I lost no 
time, inspanned one wagon, and reached the Masara 
State a little after dusk, and yesterday we took the 
spoor from the water. We were off at daylight, found 
them, bagged four, and one white rhinoceros, and 
got back to the wagons, horses all dead beat. I shot 
the rhinoceros through and through, a thing that I 
have once heard of, but never saw done before. 
The same day, I fell in with another large cow with¬ 
out teeth, which charged me most desperately and kept 
up the chase for an incredible distance in the open, at 
a pace that on myjacled nag was anything but pleasant. 
I then made for the bush, but could not throw her 
out, or get rid of her in any way. At last, I lost 
all patience and gave her a bullet, which made her 
scream again, and turn and blow in every direction; 
at last, she took herself off. I was never so glad to see 
