I'd forgotten." "Forgotten! Forgotten what ?" "It isn't beef," he said quietly.

"It's big antelope." "What! eland ?" I cried joyously.
"No; the big, solid-hoofed antelope that eats like nylghau or quagga." "What do you mean ?" I said wonderingly, as I mentally ran over all the varieties of antelope I had seen away on the veldt.
"The big sort with iron soles to their hoofs.

Two poor brutes, bleeding to death, dropped about a hundred yards away as we came in last night." "Horse!" I exclaimed.

"Ugh!" "Oh yes, it's all very well to say `Ugh!' old proud stomach; but I feel ready to sit down to equine sirloin and enjoy it.

Why shouldn't horse be as good as ox or any of the antelopes of the veldt?
You wouldn't turn up your nose at any of them." "But horse!" I said.