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Updated: May 22, 2025
And all the while Kearton, on foot with his tripod, was busy taking pictures of the show. This second position of hers gave the horsemen a better chance. There was now more room in which to get near her by a quick dash past the bush.
The whir of the camera ended with a peculiar flapping sound. "That's all," said Kearton, and sank down on a near-by stone. But Loveless and the giraffe continued to face each other undisturbed. "Well?" said Loveless, presently. "Well?" echoed the Colonel. "Well, how are we going to take this rope off him? We've got none to spare, you know." "Get a ladder," suggested Means.
From his position near by, Means ventured the opinion that it was too much excitement that had knocked him over, and Kearton swore back at him pleasantly and went to work. A high-pitched yell from the Colonel sent the giraffe away across the open with that clumsy-looking, powerful gallop that is all his own, and with his long neck plunging slowly back and forth.
So on they went at a run, first Loveless, then the stump, bounding over the ground, then the charging rhino, headed straight for Kearton's camera. The Masai warrior stood by the tripod with his long spear poised high, and Kearton turned the handle and shouted at Loveless: "How many times have I got to tell you not to come straight into the lens?
" We'll hold the critter till he's ready." We took Kearton off his horse and stretched him on the ground and poured the lukewarm water from a canteen on his head. Meanwhile Cobbet screwed the camera to the tripod and set it up. By the time Gobbet had finished, Kearton was on his feet again.
And all the while Kearton had his camera trained upon the scene in which his assistant was playing the conspicuous part. "I hope I got that good," he said; "it'll make fine action fine." From one position to another, from ant-hill to thorn tree and back to ant-hill once more, the fight went on through the long, hot afternoon. Ropes were thrown and caught and broken, mended and thrown again.
On account of the growth of low bushes, we could not see the rhino, but in silence we watched Kearton tiptoeing farther and farther ahead toward the spot where the Colonel had said the beast was lying down. The time was approximately a little after noon. The wind that was blowing was light, and same to us hot over the sunny reaches of veldt. The sky was cloudless.
"Drive 'em back to us," Kearton called after them, and Means waved his hand by way of answer. Behind us, the line of porters was coming up along the road. They were straggling badly, broken up into little sections of threes and fours, so that the last of them were not yet in sight.
"Well, I haven't been kept awake any yet," Gobbet replied. "I wonder where that wagon's got to," and Kearton raised himself on one elbow and peered ahead from beneath the down-tilted brim of his helmet. Then he lay back again and shut his eyes. "Means is coming," he said. The announcement occasioned no surprise.
Then the three ropers commenced maneuvering forward, swinging out a little to the right. Kearton stopped. He set up his camera and sighted it, and took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the lens. When Kearton waved his hand, the Colonel's yell shattered the stillness and the great beast heaved up out of the grass and tossed his head and sniffed the air and snorted.
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