other, and Dick got off the giraffe on the side farthest
from its legs.

But there was no more kick left in the tall creature, which raised its
head, looking humbly at its captors, and then slowly rose, shivering,
and as gentle as a lamb.

"There, Dick, sling your gun and mount," cried his father; "unless you
would rather ride the giraffe."

"Oh, no, thank you," said Dick, slinging his gun and picking up his hat,
prior to mounting his docile cob, after which his father handed him the
end of the rope.

After a sniff or two at their tall companion, the two cobs walked gently
on forward, with the giraffe towering up between. The poor beast made
no objection to its captivity, beyond sighing a little, but gazed
dolefully at its leaders in turn; the only difficulty experienced in
getting it to the waggon, being how to accommodate the horses' stride to
that of the captive, which stalked contentedly along, with Mr Rogers
bringing up the rear.

CHAPTER FORTY.

ONWARD TO WONDERLAND.

"Bedad, an' his mother must have wathered him well whin he was a babby,
to make him grow like that," cried Dinny, as he saw the tall captive
haltered to a tree by the waggon, and contentedly beginning to browse
upon the tender shoots within its reach. "Is thim legs rale, Masther
Dick?"

"Real? Of course, Dinny," said Dick, laughing.

"Shure, an' I didn't know there was any av coorse in the matther," said
Dinny sententiously. "I thought the injanious baste might have been
brought up in a wet place, and made himshelf shtilts."

"What nonsense, Dinny!" cried Jack.

"Ah, an' I dunno about nonsense, Masther Jack; for I've seen some
wondherful things since I've been in these parts. An' so we're going to
pack up and go home to-morrow, ain't we?"

"We're going to pack up and go farther into the wilds," said Dick.

"Oh, murther!"

"There's the great fall to see yet, and we've got elephants to shoot."

"Shure an' I don't want any great falls, or for anny one to see it."

"Nonsense, Dinny. I mean to see the cataract," said Dick.

"Shure, an' it's you as is talking the nonsense now, Masther Dick; for
how could ye see if ye'd got a catharact?"

"What do you mean, Dinny?"

"What do I mane? Shure it was my own cousin by me mother's side that
had a couple o' bad catharacts in his eyes, and couldn't see a bit till
they took him to the hoshpittle and had 'em out. Ah, they're mortial
bad things, Masther Dick."

"No, no; I mean a