time since the expedition started, we came upon amorphous,
volcanic rocks; and as the sun was setting we
got a magnificent view of the range of mountains we
had seen some days before. These mountains were
now but fifteen miles to the westward, and upon their
slopes we could clearly distinguish the smoke of many
fires. What people inhabited them we had no information
upon which to base a guess. It was at this
time evident to our minds that, unless Lake Lorian
lay between us and these mountains, the Mackenzie
River could not derive its source from it. The
country was much more open, and upon the march
our eyes were continually greeted with herds of game,
— walleri, grantii, zebra, water-buck, and rhinoceros.
On this day’s march I killed a fine rhinoceros. He
was standing in the open, apparently asleep, and permitted
me to approach him within 100 yards. One
shot in the region of the heart caused him to spin
around rapidly, as on a pivot, and then drop dead in
his tracks. My men were delighted with this their
first rhinoceros of the journey. The Soudanese immediately
indulged in a violent discussion respecting
the relative merits of rhinoceros and hippopotamus
meats. Several of their number had determined to
secure the heart, which they considered a tid-bit. This
oneness of desire soon led to a difference of opinion,
and in- a few moments they were hard at it, fighting
like hungry hyenas. They were soon quieted, however,
and the innocent cause of all this trouble was
removed by my presentation of the heart to Hamidi,
the headman of the Zanzibari.
While the men were engaged in cutting up the rhi