164 THE STEENBUCK 



of five small antelopes, strongly resembling the 

 Livingstone, which I saw recently in the gardens 

 of the British Agency at Zanzibar. Here a large 

 piece of shaded lawn had been enclosed, and the 

 tiny creatures existed in conditions as near their 

 natural ones as could well be devised. I could 

 never have wearied of watching them as, entirely 

 freed from the anxieties and dangers of their 

 daily lives in the wilds, they gradually grew more 

 and more accustomed to human society. But, 

 however tame these small antelopes become in 

 course of time, they never wholly lose that ten- 

 dency suddenly to grow panic-stricken at some 

 momentary fright, unseen and unnoted, it may be, 

 by the bystanders. I have often seen them in 

 moments when to all appearance their confidence 

 had been entirely gained suddenly as it were 

 withdraw into themselves, and make a rapid dash 

 for some neighbouring refuge or cover, only to 

 issue forth a few moments later as calmly as though 

 nothing had happened to disturb them. 



