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"I am sure I don't know, you old lunatic," I answered, as I scraood-bye

It was a rock with a razor top like the ridge of a house, and

there, hanging across this ridge like a pair of nether garments on a

clothes-line, I found the "Eater-up-of-Elephants"

"Where did he get you, Umbezi?" I asked, for I could not see his wounds

because of the sroaned, "for I had turned to fly, but,

alas! too late"

"On the contrary," I replied, "for one so heavy you flew very well; like

a bird, Umbezi, like a bird"

"Look and see what the evil beast has done to one"

So I looked, exa Umbezi's a except a large sh he had

sat down in a half-dried puddle Then I guessed the truth The buffalo's

horns had missed hi almost as broad as that portion of U worse than a bruise When I was

sure he had received no serious injury, ave out, and I ad very convenient--that he had ever received since he was a little

boy