212 HUNTING IN THE SOTIK 
Mr. Roosevelt, rhino, and bustard shot from rhino 
From a photograph by Kermit Roosevelt 
In mid-afternoon we spied our rhino, and getting near saw 
that it had good horns. It was in the middle of the abso¬ 
lutely bare plain, and we walked straight up to the dull- 
sighted, dull-witted beast; Kermit with his camera, I with 
the Holland double-barrel. The tick birds warned it, but 
it did not make us out until we were well within a hundred 
yards, when it trotted toward us, head and tail up. At sixty 
yards I put the heavy bullet straight into its chest, and 
knocked it flat with the blow; as it tried to struggle to its 
