It was impossible to get close enough to shoot effectively, and after a time we gave up our attempts in that direction.
The wildebeest, although living so near Nairobi, are most wild, and with miles of plains stretching out upon all sides it is easy for them to keep several hundred yards of space between themselves and danger.

We spent a couple of hours of fruitless stalking and then were obliged to hurry back to town in order to be at the hotel when the tiffin bell rang.
I had not yet secured a Thompson's gazelle, so we stopped and each of us shot one on our way to the road.

Then we returned to town.

People along the streets regarded us with surprised interest, for there were two gazelles hanging out of the carriage and our four rifles gave the vehicle an incongruously warlike aspect.
[Drawing: _Shooting Wildebeest (Cross Marks Location of Wildebeest, Outward Bound)_] The next morning at seven o'clock we were again in our carriage.

We drove out to the same place and at a few minutes after eight we were amazed to see a wild dog rise from the grass and look at us.