The conscience of one who slays a rhino is somewhat appeased by the fact that a hundred native porters will have a good square meal of wholesome meat to help build up their systems.
[Drawing: _A Real Rhino Charge_] Our expedition sustained only one real rhino charge.

One day Mr.
Stephenson stumbled on a big cow rhino that was lying in the grass.

The meeting was as unexpected to him as to her, and before he could count five she was rushing headlong toward him.

He clapped his hands, whistled, and shouted to turn her course, but she came on, snorting loudly and with head ready to impale everything in its way.

Stephenson did not want to kill her, neither did he desire to be killed, so when all other means had failed he fired a soft nose bullet into her shoulder in the hope that it would turn her away without seriously hurting her.
The bullet seemed to have no effect and she did not change her course in the slightest degree.