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the fierce looking animal's thick, long, sweeping horns, which extended
from his large head back to his shoulders.

"Please get into the cart, everybody," Fil's father ordered, in
a hospitable manner, bowing and waving his arm. It was indeed a
high step.

The cart had solid wooden wheels, made out of one thick section that
had been cut from a mahogany tree. There was no iron rim around the
edge of the wheel. The sides of the cart, however, were light, as
they were made from bamboo posts with rattan vine woven between them.

The driver sat on the shafts, and directed the heavy animal, just as
much by words as by pulling the long rope.

"Why do you call these strong animals water buffaloes?" I asked Fil.

"Because, to escape the flies and the heat, the animal refuses to work
during the heat of the day, and rushes off into a stream, or into the
sea, to cover himself with mud and sand and water and weeds. All you
can see above the stirred-up water are his large eyes and two wicked
looking horns, which are as thick as a branch of a tree."

"What an odd tail he has, much like a mule's hairless tail. It looks
like a piece of hose-pipe," I exclaimed.

Moro, way up on the buffalo's neck, heard me and laughed: "He can't
reach me with his rubber tail."

"But I'll reach you, Sir, if you don't get down soon from your
dangerous perch," said Fil's father.

The Padre explained: "We sometimes call these animals carabao. We use
them for plowing, for drawing our sugar to market, for pressing our
hemp mill, for turning our water wheels and sugar rollers, for pulling
the huge logs of hardwood out of the thick forest. When the roads
are too muddy for wheeled carts, we make a mud sleigh with runners;
and the water buffalo with his thick hoofs pulls our loads of rice
bags through the ooze."

"And we eat him too, though his steaks are tougher than cow meat,"
laughed Fil.

"And we make taws and whips out of his thick hide to correct little
boys, if they have too much to say sometimes," remarked Fil's father,
who winked at me, showing that his words were more severe than were
his intentions or acts. Like the terrier, he just liked to frighten
people; his bark was worse than his bite, as the saying is.

CHAPTER XII

BATS; CATTLE; HORSES; CATS; MONKEYS

"Let us stop here," begged Fil.

The driver, who wore a mushroom-shaped bamboo hat, pulled the water
buffalo to a stop. All, except Filippa and Favra, got off at the