A horizon without a few hartebeests on it would seem to be lacking in completeness.
Furthermore, the stranger soon learns that the hartebeest is commonly called by its native name, kongoni, and by the time his shooting trip is over the sight of the ubiquitous kongoni has become as much of his daily experience as the sight of his tent or his breakfast table.

To me the kongoni appealed most strongly because of his droll appearance and because of a many-sided character that stirs one's imagination.
He is big and awkward in appearance and action; his face is long and thin and always seems to wear a quizzical look of good humor, as if he were amused at something.

Others besides myself have remarked upon this, so I am hoping that the kongoni wore this amused look even at times when he was not looking at me.

His long, rakish horns are mounted on a pedicle that extends above his head, thus accentuating the droll length of his features.

His withers are unusually high and add to the awkward appearance of the animal.