A MONSTER RHINO. 
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behind the shoulder as he lay broadside. At once 
jumping up and wheeling round with a snort, he gal¬ 
loped off, and I gave him the other barrel as he passed ; 
but he only ran about two hundred yards, and then 
stopping short, faced round, and after swaying from 
side to side for a second, fell dead. He proved to be 
a grand prize, and was evidently a very old beast, the 
thick front horn measuring twenty-seven inches in 
length, and being much more prominently placed on 
his nose than usual: the back horn also very thick, 
though it had been curiously worn away on the top 
and slightly damaged in front. On cutting him up we 
found two of B-’s steel-tipped bullets in his neck, 
one just behind the ear and the other lower down, 
and it was surprising that neither seemed to have 
done him any harm. He was clearly the enormous 
rhino B- told me he had wounded during his trip 
with Jackson, and I think he was most unlucky not to 
have secured him. I have no great faith in the value 
of steel-tipped bullets, and although I have killed 
some rhinos with a single shot in the neck, I do not 
consider it offers anything like the chance of the one 
behind the shoulder. 
After cutting off the head—a very tough and long 
job—I went after another rhino my men sighted some 
distance off; but in this case I was less fortunate, as he 
had lain down in a very bare place, and when I got 
within a hundred and twenty yards the birds on his 
back took alarm and disturbed him. Afraid lest he 
should gallop off at once, I let drive, but with the only 
