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Shortly after occurred an incident by way of deeper test。 We were all riding rather idly along the easy slope below the foothills。 The grass was short； so we thought we could see easily everything there was to be seen； but； as we passed some thirty yards from a small tree； an unexpected and unnecessary rhinoceros rose from an equally unexpected and unnecessary green hollow beneath the tree； and charged us。 He made straight for Billy。 Her mule； panic…stricken； froze with terror in spite of Billy's attack with a parasol。 I spurred my own animal between her and the charging brute； with some vague idea of slipping off the other side as the rhino struck。 F。 and B。 leaped from their own animals； and F。； with a little 。28 calibre rifle； took a hasty shot at the big brute。 Now； of course a 。28 calibre rifle would hardly injure a rhino； but the bullet happened to catch his right shoulder just as he was about to come down on his right foot。 The shock tripped him up as neatly as though he had been upset by a rope。 At the same instant Billy's mule came to its senses and bolted； whereupon I too jumped off。 The whole thing took about two finger snaps of time。 At the instant I hit the ground； Fundi passed the double rifle across the horse's back to me。
Note two things to the credit of Fundi： in the first place； he had not bolted； in the second place； instead of running up to the left side of my mount and perhaps colliding with and certainly confusing me； he had come up on the right side and passed the rifle to me ACROSS the horse。 I do not know whether or not he had figured this out beforehand； but it was cleverly done。
The rhinoceros rolled over and over； like a shot rabbit； kicked for a moment； and came to his feet。 We were now all ready for him； in battle array； but he had evidently had enough。 He turned at right angles and trotted off； apparently…and probably…none the worse for the little bullet in his shoulder。
Fundi now began acquiring things that he supposed befitting to his dignity。 The first of these matters was a faded fez； in which he stuck a long feather。 From that he progressed in worldly wealth。 How he got it all； on what credit； or with what hypnotic power； I do not know。 Probably he hypothecated his wages； certainly he had his five rupees。
At any rate he started out with a ragged undershirt and a pair of white； baggy breeches。 He entered Nairobi at the end of the trip with a cap； a neat khaki shirt； two water bottles； a cartridge belt； a sash with a tasseI； a pair of spiral puttees； an old pair of shoes； and a personal private small boy； picked up en route from some of the savage tribes； to carry his cooking pot； make his fires； draw his water； and generally perform his lordly behests。 This was indeed 〃more…than…oriental…splendour！〃
》From now on Fundi considered himself my second gunbearer。 I had no use for him； but Fundi's development interested me； and I wanted to give him a chance。 His main fault at first was eagerness。 He had to be rapped pretty sharply and a good number of times before he discovered that he really must walk in the rear。 His habit of calling my attention to perfectly obvious things I cured by liberal sarcasm。 His intense desire to take his own line as perhaps opposed to mine when we were casting about on trail； I abated kindly but firmly with the toe of my boot。 His evident but mistaken tendency to consider himself on an equality with Memba Sasa we both squelched by giving him the hard and dirty work to do。 But his faults were never those of voluntary omission； and he came on surprisingly； in fact so surprisingly that he began to get quite cocky over it。 Not that he was ever in the least aggressive or disrespectful or neglectful…it would have been easy to deal with that sort of thing…but he carried his head pretty high； and evidently began to have mental reservations。 Fundi needed a little wholesome discipline。 He was forgetting his porter days； and was rapidly coming to consider himself a full…fledged gunbearer。
The occasion soon arose。 We were returning from a buffalo hunt and ran across two rhinoceroses； one of which carried a splendid horn。 B。 wanted a well developed specimen very much； so we took this chance。 The approach was easy enough； and at seventy yards or so B。 knocked her flat with a bullet from his 。465 Holland。 The beast was immediately afoot； but was as promptly smothered by shots from us all。 So far the affair was very simple； but now came complication。 The second rhinoceros refused to leave。 We did not want to kill it； so we spent a lot of time and pains shooing it away。 We showered rocks and clods of earth in his direction； we yelled sharply and whistled shrilly。 The brute faced here and there； his pig eyes blinking； his snout upraised； trying to locate us； and declining to budge。 At length he gave us up as hopeless； and trotted away slowly。 We let him go； and when we thought he had quite departed； we approached to examine B。's trophy。
Whereupon the other craftily returned； and charged us； snorting like an engine blowing off steam。 This was a genuine premeditated charge； as opposed to a blind rush； and it is offered as a good example of the sort。
The rhinoceros had come fairly close before we got into action。 He headed straight for F。 and myself； with B。 a little to one side。 Things happened very quickly。 F。 and I each planted a heavy bullet in his head； while B。 sent a lighter Winchester bullet into the ribs。 The rhino went down in a heap eleven yards away； and one of us promptly shot him in the spine to finish him。
Personally I was entirely concentrated in the matter at hand…as is always the way in crises requiring action…and got very few impressions from anything outside。 Nevertheless I imagined； subconsciously that I had heard four shots。 F。 and B。 disclaimed more than one apiece； so I concluded myself mistaken； exchanged my heavy rifle with Fundi for the lighter Winchester； and we started for camp； leaving all the boys to attend to the dead rhinos。 At camp I threw down the lever of my Winchester…and drew out an exploded shell！
Here was a double crime on Fundi's part。 In the first place； he had fired the gun； a thing no bearer is supposed ever to do in any circumstances short of the disarmament and actual mauling of his master。 Naturally this is so； for the white man must be able in an emergency to depend ABSOLUTELY on his second gun being loaded and ready for his need。 In the second place； Fundi had given me an empty rifle to carry home。 Such a weapon is worse than none in case of trouble； at least I could have gone up a tree in the latter case。 I would have looked sweet snapping that old cartridge at anything dangerous！
Therefore after supper we stationed ourselves in a row before the fire； seated in our canvas chairs； and with due formality sent word that we wanted all the gunbearers。 They came and stood before us。 Memba Sasa erect； military； compact； looking us straight in the eye； Mavrouki slightly bent forward； his face alive with the little crafty； calculating smile peculiar to him； Simba； tall and suave； standing with much social ease； and Fundi； a trifle frightened； but uncertain as to whether or not he had been found out。
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