wildebeesten

The wildebeesten were scarce just there; appearing only by twos and threes; with now and then a solitary bull who, after pawing the grass and grunting distant defiance,[…]When first they started off he burst into song, no doubt a hymn to his own prowess—an epic upon the fate of wildebeesten he had slain in the past or a challenge to the one he hoped to get the range of that day.[…]As one ostrich to a farmer is worth a wilderness of wildebeesten, it was something to get sore over.