The wildebeests, instead of being shy--as I had seen them in our old neighbourhood--appeared to have very little fear of me.

This was especially the case with the old bulls, who capered and careered about within an hundred yards' distance, and sometimes permitted me to approach even nearer.

It was plain they had never been hunted.
"Once or twice I was within range of a pair of old bulls, who seemed to act as a rearguard.

But I did not want to shoot one of them.

I knew their flesh would turn out tough.