the land of footprints-第41部分
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g the Yatta Plains； and in the thickets of the Tsavo； the rhinoceroses generally ran nose down in a position of attack and were much inclined to let their angry passions master them at the sight of man。 Thus we never had our safari scattered by rhinoceroses in the former district； while in the latter the boys were up trees six times in the course of one morning！ Carl Akeley； with a moving picture machine； could not tease a charge out of a rhino in a dozen tries； while Dugmore； in a different part of the country； was so chivied about that he finally left the district to avoid killing any more of the brutes in self…defence！
The fact of the matter is that the rhinoceros is neither animated by the implacable man…destroying passion ascribed to him by the amateur hunter； nor is he so purposeless and haphazard in his rushes as some would have us believe。 On being disturbed his instinct is to get away。 He generally tries to get away in the direction of the disturbance； or upwind； as the case may be。 If he catches sight of the cause of disturbance he is apt to try to trample and gore it； whatever it is。 As his sight is short； he will sometimes so inflict punishment on unoffending bushes。 In doing this he is probably not animated by a consuming destructive blind rage； but by a naturally pugnacious desire to eliminate sources of annoyance。 Missing a definite object； he thunders right through and disappears without trying again to discover what has aroused him。
This first rush is not a charge in the sense that it is an attack on a definite object。 It may not； and probably will not； amount to a charge at all； for the beast will blunder through without ever defining more clearly the object of his blind dash。 That dash is likely； however； at any moment； to turn into a definite charge should the rhinoceros happen to catch sight of his disturber。 Whether the impelling motive would then be a mistaken notion that on the part of the beast he was so close he had to fight； or just plain malice； would not matter。 At such times the intended victim is not interested in the rhino's mental processes。
Owing to his size； his powerful armament； and his incredible quickness the rhinoceros is a dangerous animal at all times； to be treated with respect and due caution。 This is proved by the number of white men； out of a sparse population； that are annually tossed and killed by the brutes； and by the promptness with which the natives take to trees…thorn trees at that！…when the cry of faru！ is raised。 As he comes rushing in your direction； head down and long weapon pointed； tail rigidly erect； ears up； the earth trembling with his tread and the air with his snorts； you suddenly feel very small and ineffective。
If you keep cool； however； it is probable that the encounter will result only in a lot of mental perturbation for the rhino and a bit of excitement for yourself。 If there is any cover you should duck down behind it and move rapidly but quietly to one side or another of the line of advance。 If there is no cover； you should crouch low and hold still。 The chances are he will pass to one side or the other of you； and go snorting away into the distance。 Keep your eye on him very closely。 If he swerves definitely in your direction； AND DROPS HIS HEAD A LITTLE LOWER； it would be just as well to open fire。 Provided the beast was still far enough away to give me 〃sea…room；〃 I used to put a small bullet in the flesh of the outer part of the shoulder。 The wound thus inflicted was not at all serious； but the shock of the bullet usually turned the beast。 This was generally in the direction of the wounded shoulder； which would indicate that the brute turned toward the apparent source of the attack； probably for the purpose of getting even。 At any rate； the shot turned the rush to one side； and the rhinoceros； as usual； went right on through。 If； however； he seemed to mean business； or was too close for comfort； the point to aim for was the neck just above the lowered horn。
In my own experience I came to establish a 〃dead line〃 about twenty yards from myself。 That seemed to be as near as I cared to let the brutes come。 Up to that point I let them alone on the chance that they might swerve or change their minds； as they often did。 But inside of twenty yards； whether the rhinoceros meant to charge me； or was merely running blindly by； did not particularly matter。 Even in the latter case he might happen to catch sight of me and change his mind。 Thus； looking over my notebook records； I find that I was 〃charged〃 forty odd times…that is to say； the rhinoceros rushed in my general direction。 Of this lot I can be sure of but three； and possibly four； that certainly meant mischief。 Six more came so directly at us； and continued so to come； that in spite of ourselves we were compelled to kill them。 The rest were successfully dodged。
As I have heard old hunters of many times my experience； affirm that only in a few instances have they themselves been charged indubitably and with malice aforethought； it might be well to detail my reasons for believing myself definitely and not blindly attacked。
The first instance was that when B。 killed his second trophy rhinoceros。 The beast's companion refused to leave the dead body for a long time； but finally withdrew。 On our approaching； however； and after we had been some moments occupied with the trophy； it returned and charged viciously。 It was finally killed at fifteen yards。
The second instance was of a rhinoceros that got up from the grass sixty yards away； and came headlong in my direction。 At the moment I was standing on the edge of a narrow eroded ravine； ten feet deep； with perpendicular sides。 The rhinoceros came on bravely to the edge of this ravine…and stopped。 Then he gave an exhibition of unmitigated bad temper most amusing to contemplate…from my safe position。 He snorted； and stamped； and pawed the earth； and tramped up and down at a great rate。 I sat on the opposite bank and laughed at him。 This did not please him a bit； but after many short rushes to the edge of the ravine； he gave it up and departed slowly； his tail very erect and rigid。 》From the persistency with which he tried to get at me； I cannot but think he intended something of the sort from the first。
The third instance was much more aggravating。 In company with Memba Sasa and Fundi I left camp early one morning to get a waterbuck。 Four or five hundred yards out； however； we came on fresh buffalo signs； not an hour old。 To one who knew anything of buffaloes' habits this seemed like an excellent chance； for at this time of the morning they should be feeding not far away preparatory to seeking cover for the day。 Therefore we immediately took up the trail。
It led us over hills； through valleys； high grass； burned country； brush； thin scrub； and small woodland alternately。 Unfortunately we had happened on these buffalo just as they were about changing district； and they were therefore travelling steadily。 At times the trail was easy to follow and at other times we had to cast about very diligently to find traces of the direction even such huge animals had taken。 It was interesting work； however； and we drew on steadily； keeping a sharp lookout ahead in case the buffalo had come to a halt in some shady thicket out of the sun。 As the latter ascended the heavens and the scorching heat increased； our confidence in nearing our quarry ascended likewise； for we knew that buffaloes do not like great heat。 Nevertheless this band continued straight on its way。 I think now they must have got scent of our camp； and had therefore decided to move to one of the alternate and widely separated feeding grounds every herd keeps in its habitat。 Only at noon； and after six hours of steady trailing； covering perhaps a dozen miles； did we catch them up。
》From the start we had been bothered with rhinoceroses。 Five times did we encounter them； standing almost squarely on the line of the spoor we were following。 Then we had to make a wide quiet circle to leeward in order to avoid disturbing them； and were forced to a very minute search in order to pick up the buffalo tracks again on the other side。 This was at once an anxiety and a delay； and we did not love those rhino。
Finally； at the very edge of the Yatta Plains we overtook the herd； resting for noon in a scattered thicket。 Leaving Fundi； I； with Memba Sasa； stalked down to them。 We crawled and crept by inches flat to the ground； which was so hot that it fairly burned the hand。 The sun beat down on us fiercely； and the air was close and heavy even among the scanty grass tufts in which we were trying to get cover。 It was very hard work indeed； but after a half hour of it we gained a thin bush not over thirty yards from a half dozen dark and indeterminate bodies dozing in the very centre of a brush patch。 Cautiously I wiped the sweat from my eyes and raised my glasses。 It was slow work and patient work； picking out and examining each individual beast from the mass。 Finally the job was done。 I let fall my glasses。
〃Monumookee y'otey…all cows；〃 I whispered to Memba Sasa。
We backed out of there inch by inch； with intention of circling a short distance to the leeward； and then trying the herd again lower down。 But so
