An ivory trader in North Kenia : $b the record of an expedition through Kikuyu to Galla-land in east equatorial Africa; with an account of the Rendili and Burkeneji tribesArkell-Hardwick, A. (Alfred)
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An ivory trader in North Kenia : $b the record of an expedition through Kikuyu to Galla-land in east equatorial Africa; with an account of the Rendili and Burkeneji tribes
Arkell-Hardwick, A. (Alfred)
Africa, East -- Description and travel; Ethnology -- Africa, East; Rendille (African people); Samburu (African people)
On the next occasion I tackled a rhinoceros I endeavoured to put
into practice the lesson I had learnt, though it could hardly be
considered a happy attempt. This time the fault lay in carelessness
due to over-confidence. It was in this way. We were going across a
piece of open country in the near neighbourhood of the Waso Nyiro, when
we saw a rhinoceros just within a fringe of stunted thorn bush, some
four hundred yards to the right. El Hakim looked at me inquiringly. I
nodded, and, taking the Martini, placed a couple of cartridges in the
pocket of my shirt and set out, never doubting but that one cartridge
would be sufficient. By careful stalking I got to within fifteen yards
of the rhino, and aiming at the shoulder pulled the trigger. To my
horror I saw the blood appear on his withers, the bullet striking too
high up, just wounding sufficiently to annoy, but not disable him.
The rhino at first stood still, and then slowly walked away. I was
unwilling to risk my last cartridge on a doubtful shot, so I remained
passive. Presently he stopped again a few yards further on, and loading
up again I made a move to try to get nearer. In so doing I unavoidably
made a slight noise on the loose stones underfoot, which was apparently
what the rhino was waiting for, as he came round like a flash and
charged me. I went hot and cold by turns as I remembered how much
depended on my solitary cartridge, and as further disguise was useless,
I dashed to leeward of a small heap of stones two or three feet high,
which lay a yard or two away on my right. Round came the rhinoceros
after me, and I dodged to the other side, and, a favourable opportunity
presenting itself, I put my bullet fairly into his spine, dropping
him dead not three yards from me. I breathed a great sigh of relief,
and walking back to El Hakim and George, who had been watching the
performance, assumed an air of great nonchalance, and casually asked El
Hakim for a cigar. That gentleman gazed steadily at me for a moment,
but said never a word, and we resumed our interrupted march in silence.
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