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the others. The tall, handsome ungainly 
creatures were nothing like as shy as the 
smaller game had shown themselves that 
morning, and of course they offered such 
big targets that three hundred yards was a 
fair range for them. At two hundred and 
sixty yards I fired at the big cow as she 
stood almost facing me, twisting and curl¬ 
ing her tail. The bullet struck fair and 
she was off at a hurried, clumsy gallop. I 
gave her another bullet, but it was not neces- 
yards off. But this was not all. The four 
survivors did not leave even after such an 
experience, but stayed in the plain, not far 
off, for several hours, and thereby gave Ker- 
mit a chance to do something much bet¬ 
ter worth while than shooting them. His 
shoulder was sore, and he did not wish to 
use a rifle, and so was devoting himself to 
his camera, which one of his men always 
carried. With this, after the exercise of 
much patience, he finally managed to take 
Mr. Roosevelt’s rhino. 
From a photograph by Kermit Roosevelt. 
sary, and down she went. The second cow, 
a fine young heifer, was now cantering 
across my front, and with two more shots I 
got her; the sharp-pointed bullets pene¬ 
trating well, and not splitting into frag¬ 
ments, but seeming to cause a rending 
shock. 
I met with much more difficulty in trying 
to kill the young one I needed. I walked and 
trotted a mile after the herd. The old ones 
showed little alarm, standing again and 
again to look at me. Finally I shot one of 
the two young ones, at four hundred and 
ten long paces, while a cow stood much 
nearer, and the bull only three hundred 
a number of pictures of the giraffe, getting 
within fifty yards of the bull. 
Nor were the giraffe the only animals 
that showed a tameness bordering on stu¬ 
pidity. Soon afterward we made out three 
rhino, a mile away. They were out in the 
bare plain, alternately grazing and enjoy¬ 
ing a noontide rest; the bull by himself, the 
cow with her calf a quarter of a mile off. 
There was not a ’scrap of cover, but we 
walked up wind to within a hundred and 
fifty yards of the bull. Even then he did 
not seem to see us, but the tick birds, which 
were clinging to his back and sides, gave the 
alarm, and he trotted to and fro, uncertain 
