Kilimanjaro and the Zebra

"It was evening now and he had been asleep. The sun had gone...and there as a shadow all across the plain and the small animals were feeding close to camp; quick dropping heads and switching tails, he watched them keeping well out away from the bush now...a hynema crossed the open.."That bastard comes every night, the man said. Every night for two weeks."

From The Snows of Kilimanjaro