ts band
and I have no doubt at all that when they first by us the old lady was
making a break for liberty in the wrong direction, AND THAT THE TWO
YOUNGER COWS WERE TRYING TO ROUND HER BACK! Whether they were her
daughters or not is problematical; but it certainly seemed that they
were taking care of her and trying to prevent her running back where
it was dangerous to go. I never heard of a similar case, though Herbert
Ward* mentions, without particulars that elephants AND BUFFALOES will
assist each other WHEN WOUNDED.

* A Voice from the Congo.

After passing these we returned to where B. and the men, who had now
come up, had prepared the dead bull for transportation. We started at
once, travelling by the stars, shouting and singing to discourage the
lions, but did not reach camp until well into the night.

XXV. THE BUFFALO-continued

Some months later, and many hundreds of miles farther south, Billy and
I found ourselves alone with twenty men, and two weeks to pass until
C.-our companion at the time-should return from a long journey out with
a wounded man. By slow stages, and relaying back and forth, we landed in
a valley so beautiful in every way that we resolved to stay as long as
possible. This could be but five days at most. At the end of that time
we must start for our prearranged rendezvous with C.

The valley was in the shape of an ellipse, the sides of which were
formed by great clifflike mountains, and the other two by hills lower,
but still of considerable boldness and size. The longest radius was
perhaps six or eight miles, and the shortest three or four. At one end
a canyon dropped away to a lower level, and at the other a pass in the
hills gave over to the country of the Narassara River. The name of the
valley was Lengeetoto.

From the great mountains flowed many brooks of clear sparkling water,
that ran beneath the most beautiful of open jungles, to unite finally in
one main stream that disappeared down the canyon. Between these brooks
were low broad rolling hills, sometimes grass covered, sometimes grown
thinly with bushes. Where they headed in the mountains, long stringers
of forest trees ran up to blocklike groves, apparently pasted like
wafers against the base of the cliffs, but in reality occupying spacious
slopes below them.

We decided to camp at the foot of a long grass slant within a hundred
yards of the trees along one of the small streams. Before us we had the
sweep of br