We called the place Rhino Park because the country looks like a beautiful park studded with splendid trees and dotted with rhinos.
[Drawing: _A Morning Walk on the Tana River_] When I went to Africa I was equipped with the following fund of knowledge concerning the rhinoceros: First, that he is familiarly called "rhino" by the daring hunters who have written about him; second, that he is a member of the Perissodactyl family, whose sole representatives are the horse, the rhino, and the tapir; third, that he savagely charges human beings who write books about their thrilling adventures in Africa, and, finally, that he looks like a hang-over from the pterodactyl age.
The books and magazine stories that have come out since Mr.Roosevelt made African hunting the vogue invariably describe the rhino as being one of the most dangerous of African animals.

A charging rhino, a wounded lion, a cape buffalo, and a frenzied elephant are the four terrors of the African hunters.

All other forms of danger are slight compared with these, and I was full to the guards with a vast and fearful respect for the rhino.

I fancied myself spinning around like a pinwheel with the horn of a rhino as a pivot, and the thought had little to commend itself to a lover of longevity--such as myself, for instance.
[Photograph: A Comfortable Hammock of Zebra Skin] [Photograph: Mrs.Akeley and Her Tana River Monkey] After going to Africa and meeting some of the best members of the rhino set I was able to form some conclusions of my own, chief of which is the belief that he is dangerous only if he hits you.

As long as you can keep out of his reach you are in no great danger except from the thorns.
The prevailing estimate of the rhino is that he is an inoffensive creature who likes to bask under the shade of a tree and watch the years go parading by.