CHAPTER XII. 
My first rhinoceros—Eland—Arrival of C.—A trip to Lake Jipe— 
Mpallah and water-buck—A good haul of fish—Return to Taveta. 
The day after leaving MoCi, IT-returned with the 
caravan to Taveta, while I descended to the plain, 
intending to shoot my way leisurely back. Having 
crossed an open expanse clothed with thick dry grass, 
I saw a distant herd of eland, and at once began a 
careful stalk. During a short rest I glanced back and 
espied a fine rhinoceros cow with a half-grown calf 
coming down the hill in my direction, so at once 
giving up the eland and noting the line taken by the 
rhinos, I ran quickly back to intercept them. I happened 
to hit off the right place to a nicety, and managed to 
get up to a small hush just as they were passing by 
within fifty yards, and was in time to plant a solid 
bullet from my 577° rifle behind the shoulder of the 
cow. It evidently struck hard, as she stopped short, 
gave one snort, and then dashed off at a right angle. 
Uncertain whether she was mortally wounded or not, I 
gave her my second barrel; but the first had done its 
work, as after running at full speed for some two 
hundred yards she again stopped, gave one final totter, 
and fell dead. The half-grown calf, about the size of a 
small bullock, stood by her side, showing signs of fight 
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