Accordingly we started in a crouching attitude， I first， Gobo holding on to my coat tails， and the other boy on to Gobo's moocha. I always adopt this plan when stalking big game， for if you follow any other system the bearers will get out of line. We arrived within three hundred yards safely enough， and then the real difficulties began. The grass had been so closely eaten off by game that there was scarcely any cover. Consequently it was necessary to go on to our hands and knees， which in my case involved laying down the eight-bore at every step and then lifting it up again. However， I wriggled along somehow， and if it had not been for Gobo and his friend no doubt everything would have gone well. But as you have， I dare say， observed， a native out stalking is always of that mind which is supposed to actuate an ostrich--so long as his head is hidden he seems to think that nothing else can be seen. So it was in this instance， Gobo and the other boy crept along on their hands and toes with their heads well down， but， though unfortunately I did not notice it till too late， bearing the fundamental portions of their frames high in the air. Now all animals are quite as suspicious of this end of mankind as they are of his face， and of that fact I soon had a proof. Just when we had got within about two hundred yards， and I was congratulating myself that I had not had this long crawl with the sun beating on the back of my neck like a furnace for nothing， I heard the hissing note of the rhinoceros birds， and up flew four or five of them from the brute's back， where they had been comfortably employed in catching tics. Now this performance on the part of the birds is to a rhinoceros what the word 'cave' is to a schoolboy--it puts him on the /qui vive/ at once.
Before the birds were well in the air I saw the grass stir.
"'Down you go，' I whispered to the boys， and as I did so the rhinoceros got up and glared suspiciously around. But he could see nothing， indeed if we had been standing up I doubt if he would have seen us at that distance； so he merely gave two or three sniffs and then lay down， his head still down wind， the birds once more settling on his back.
"But it was clear to me that he was sleeping with one eye open， being generally in a suspicious and unchristian frame of mind， and that it was useless to proceed further on this stalk， so we quietly withdrew to consider the position and study the ground. The results were not satisfactory. There was absolutely no cover about except the ant-heap， which was some three hundred yards from the rhinoceros upon his up- wind side. I knew that if I tried to stalk him in front I should fail， and so I should if I attempted to do so from the further side--he or the birds would see me； so I came to a conclusion： I would go to the ant-heap， which would give him my wind， and instead of stalking him I would let him stalk me. It was a bold step， and one which I should never advise a hunter to take， but somehow I felt as though rhino and I must play the hand out.
"I explained my intentions to the men， who both held up their arms in horror. Their fears for my safety were a little mitigated， however， when I told them that I did not expect them to come with me.
"Gobo breathed a prayer that I might not meet Fate walking about， and the other one sincerely trusted that my spirit might look my way when the rhinoceros charged， and then they both departed to a place of safety.
"Taking my eight-bore， and half-a-dozen spare cartridges in my pocket， I made a détour， and reaching the ant-heap in safety lay down. For a moment the wind had dropped， but presently a gentle puff of air passed over me， and blew on towards the rhinoceros. By the way， I wonder what it is that smells so strong about a man？ Is it his body or his breath？
I have never been able to make out， but I saw it stated the other day， that in the duck decoys the man who is working the ducks holds a little piece of burning turf before his mouth， and that if he does this they cannot smell him， which looks as though it were the breath.
Well， whatever it was about me that attracted his attention， the rhinoceros soon smelt me， for within half a minute after the puff of wind had passed me he was on his legs， and turning round to get his head up wind. There he stood for a few seconds and sniffed， and then he began to move， first of all at a trot， then， as the scent grew stronger， at a furious gallop. On he came， snorting like a runaway engine， with his tail stuck straight up in the air； if he had seen me lie down there he could not have made a better line. It was rather nervous work， I can tell you， lying there waiting for his onslaught， for he looked like a mountain of flesh. I determined， however， not to fire till I could plainly see his eye， for I think that rule always gives one the right distance for big game； so I rested my rifle on the ant-heap and waited for him， kneeling. At last， when he was about forty yards away， I saw that the time had come， and aiming straight for the middle of the chest I pulled.
"/Thud/ went the heavy bullet， and with a tremendous snort over rolled the rhinoceros beneath its shock， just like a shot rabbit. But if I had thought that he was done for I was mistaken， for in another second he was up again， and coming at me as hard as ever， only with his head held low. I waited till he was within ten yards， in the hope that he would expose his chest， but he would do nothing of the sort； so I just had to fire at his head with the left barrel， and take my chance.
Well， as luck would have it， of course the animal put its horn in the way of the bullet， which cut clean through it about three inches above the root and then glanced off into space.
"After that things got rather serious. My gun was empty and the rhinoceros was rapidly arriving， so rapidly indeed that I came to the conclusion that I had better make way for him. Accordingly I jumped to my feet and ran to the right as hard as I could go. As I did so he arrived full tilt， knocked my friendly ant-heap flat， and for the third time that day went a most magnificent cropper. This gave me a few seconds' start， and I ran down wind--my word， I did run！
Unfortunately， however， my modest retreat was observed， and the rhinoceros， as soon as he had found his legs again， set to work to run after me. Now no man on earth can run so fast as an irritated rhinoceros can gallop， and I knew that he must soon catch me up. But having some slight experience of this sort of thing， luckily for myself， I kept my head， and as I fled I managed to open my rifle， get the old cartridges out， and put in two fresh ones. To do this I was obliged to steady my pace a little， and by the time that I had snapped the rifle to I heard the beast snorting and thundering away within a few paces of my back. I stopped， and as I did so rapidly cocked the rifle and slued round upon my heel. By this time the brute was within six or seven yards of me， but luckily his head was up. I lifted the rifle and fired at him. It was a snap shot， but the bullet struck him in the chest within three inches of the first， and found its way into his lungs. It did not stop him， however， so all I could do was to bound to one side， which I did with surprising activity， and as he brushed past me to fire the other barrel into his side. That did for him. The ball passed in behind the shoulder and right through his heart. He fell over on to his side， gave one more awful squeal--a dozen pigs could not have made such a noise--and promptly died， keeping his wicked eyes wide open all the time.
"As for me， I blew my nose， and going up to the rhinoceros sat on his head， and reflected that I had done a capital morning's shooting.
