Otherwise he is quite likely to gallop away, far beyond pursuit, and then slowly succumb to his wounds.
Again I've seen them knocked over and lie as if dead, but before one could approach they would be up and off as good as ever.

This is the great tragedy of the conscientious hunter's life--the escape of a wounded animal beyond pursuit--and the thought of it is one that keeps him awake at night with a remorseful heart and saddened thoughts.
Whenever I shall think of Africa in the future, I shall think of my old friend, the kongoni, dotting the landscape and sticking his inquiring ears over various spots on the horizon.

In four and a half months I think I must have seen at least a hundred thousand kongoni.
The giraffe is also a creature of most amusing actions.

You are pretty certain to see a bunch of them as you come up the railway from the coast.

They were the first wild animals I saw in British East Africa--a group of four or five quietly feeding within only a hundred yards of the thundering railway engine.