Jules Verne

“ The bushman caught sight of him first, as he crouched about half a mile distant in a grove of lentisk.
“Sir John,” he cried, “fortune favours you: here is your chucuroo!”
“The rhinoceros!” exclaimed Sir John, with kindling eyes, for he had never before been so near the animal.
“Yes; a magnificent beast, and he seems inclined to cut off our retreat,” said the bushman. “Why he should attack us, I can hardly say; his tribe is not carnivorous: but any way, there he is, and we must hunt him out.” ”

“ Their work ended, Sir John turned to the bushman, saying, “When you like, Mokoum.”
“I am at your orders, Sir John: the rhinoceros is still waiting.”
“Well, let us go down, a ball from my rifle will soon settle matters.”
“A ball!” cried Mokoum; “you don't know a rhinoceros. He won't fall with one ball, however well it may be aimed.”
“Nonsense!” began Sir John, “that is because people don't use conical shot.” ”

“ He continued to lose again and again, but persisted in doubling the stake at every shot. At length the animal, pierced to the heart, fell, impotent to rise to its feet.
Sir John uttered a loud hurrah; he had killed his rhinoceros. He had forgotten his disappointment, but he did not forget his bets. It was startling to find that the perpetually redoubled stakes had mounted at the ninth shot to 32l. [1] Sir John congratulated himself on his escape from such a debt of honour; but in his enthusiasm he presented Mokoum with several gold pieces which the bushman received with his usual equanimity. ”