Mr. Meriwether Lewis was born today, in 1774. In 1804 he and his pal William Clark were commissioned to go find out what was out West, since nobody besides the local inhabitants knew.
Being Discovered is a peculiar experience. We Rhinos know about it. Somebody comes to your neighborhood, and it becomes theirs. How this could be so is a mystery. It makes no sense. But trust Us, it happens all the time.
Rhinos do not have names in the human sense; We know one another by scent. But if We were to have usual name names, We would pick Meriwether right away. We would all be named Meriwether. It would be too excellent to pass up.
Possibly that idea defeats the point of a name? If they have a point?
Your Inner Rhino 
I’m with the R community! The first time I read the name Meriwether–I was six, I think–my vague discontent with the name Sally crystallized into a longing for Meriwether. Lest you think me something of an American history savant, let me hasten to add that my exposure to the name came through the Disney version of Cinderella, which named one of the good fairies Meriwether.
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We certainly agree about the charm of the name. However, in her fairy form, Meriwether wrestled with Princess Aurora, prior to her Big Nap. Cinderella had to make do with Jaq and Gus. Her fairy godmother has, and had, no name beyond her career title. I looked it up.
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Aaaaaand there you have it: the magical power of research.
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I am feeling it. Call me Meriweather.
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