We were bowling along at a fine pace past green trees and undulating veld, and I wondered why the engine should keep on screaming like a thing demented.

I knelt on Fred's berth to lean from the window and look ahead.

We were going round a slight curve and I could see the track ahead for miles.
Three hundred yards away a full-grown rhinoceros stood planted on the track, his flank toward us and his interest fixed on anything but trains.

He was sniffing the cool morning, looking the other way.
"Wake up, you fellows!" I yelled, and Fred and Will put their heads through the window beside me just in time to see the rhino take notice of the train at last.

When the engine was fifty yards from him he wheeled, took a short-sighted squint at it, sniffed, decided on war, and charged.