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
tassel, 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 blinki