In wildest Africa : the record of a hunting and exploration trip through Uganda, Victoria Nyanza, the Kilimanjaro region and British East Africa, with an account of an ascent of the snowfields of Mount Kibo, in East Central Africa, and a description of the various native tribes . e fairy-land when we crossed it after the rains. On the slopes of the far distant Parri Mountainsthe land looked desolate and burned, but in themeadows toward the Serengeti Plain the grasswaved luxuriantly, together with pink and whitelilies that starred the prairie lands in all acacia trees, growing li
In wildest Africa : the record of a hunting and exploration trip through Uganda, Victoria Nyanza, the Kilimanjaro region and British East Africa, with an account of an ascent of the snowfields of Mount Kibo, in East Central Africa, and a description of the various native tribes . e fairy-land when we crossed it after the rains. On the slopes of the far distant Parri Mountainsthe land looked desolate and burned, but in themeadows toward the Serengeti Plain the grasswaved luxuriantly, together with pink and whitelilies that starred the prairie lands in all acacia trees, growing like huge umbrellas,looked like an orchard, so straight and regular didthey grow in rows. In the open plains, where there were few if anytrees, wild animals were thickly clustered. Thegirafife scudded away, as did herds of elands whoseglossy hides gleamed like silk in the sunlight; redhartebeeste, sable antelope, mpalas, the tiny paa, andherds of zebra studded the undulating plains. Smallgroups of well behaved, genteel ostriches walkeddaintily in the long grass; and once or twice wecame upon a rhinoceros under an acacia tree flickinghis tail and leering at us with suspicious eyes. One morning I was bringing up the rear of thecaravan, the rest of the party having gone a mile. .)J^^ Across the Serengeti Plain 165 and a half ahead, when I observed a huge rhinocerosnot more than fifty or sixty feet from me. For thesecond time I was taken aback in the presence ofwild game. Being alone and having a light rifle,I did not care to tackle the rhino in that lonelycorner of the fields. Accordingly I crept away tothe windward of him and let my scent drift downtoward him. As soon as the animal felt the scenthe started after me with a lunging lope about as fastas a horse would trot. Meanwhile I started backto get behind him, about as fast as a motor carwould go at sixty miles an hour. The rhino galloped on and was finally bowled over by theother hunters who had heavy rifles. In crossing this de
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