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rhino, who had been running in a circle, was closing- 
in upon me ; so, as I thought he looked dangerous, I 
gave him a shot from one barrel of my eight-bore, 
which sent him clean away, and with the other barrel 
fired again at the wounded one. The effect of this 
shot was that he moved slowly into the open plain, 
where he continued to wheel round and face me when¬ 
ever I tried to approach him. At last I got within 
forty yards by dint of short rushes whenever his head 
was turned away, and finally dropped him with a shot 
in a vital place. O11 examination I found the first 
bullet had struck about one foot too far back, the 
second had smashed his hip, the third had broken his 
shoulder, and the fourth penetrated the lungs. 
While cutting up the meat a few Useri natives arrived, 
and one made me a long harangue, condensed by the 
interpreter into, “Why white man come here if he meant 
no harm, without going to see chief?” I replied we 
might pay the visit later on, but in the meantime he 
should tell his people to come and see us at our camp, 
and bring honey and bananas. During my return I 
met two more of these strange natives, one of whom 
fired off a gun, and the other, brandishing his spear, 
treated me to an impromptu war-dance; then both 
rushed up, and shaking me warmly by the hand, led 
the way to our new camp. 
Here a most animated scene presented itself. Natives 
loaded with yams, bananas, grain, and other produce, 
which they were anxious to barter for cloth though not 
for meat, were especially conspicuous by their almost 
