286 HOME LIFE ON AN OSTRICH FARM. 



and soon the coast of Algoa Bay recedes from our 

 view. 



Toto does not enjoy his journey as he did when out- 

 ward-bound ; for there are too many of the canine race 

 on board, and one little pair of pugs in particular — 

 belonging to richly-jewelled passengers of the Hebrew 

 persuasion, who have not trained up their dogs in the 

 way they should go — commence the voyage by invad- 

 ing everybody's cabin, and making themselves gene- 

 rally so objectionable that on the second day the 

 captain's fiat goes forth for the impartial consignment 

 of all the dogs — good, bad and indifferent — to hen- 

 coops. There they are accordingly, on the second-class 

 deck, ranged in a dismal row, at one end of which poor 

 little caged Anubis, the jackal-cub, yelps piteously for 

 mother, brethren and freedom ; and there, for the four 

 weeks of the voyage, they are condemned to remain. 

 A.II are profoundly miserable ; but poor old Toto — 

 being so much the largest — is the most to be pitied. 

 In that narrow cage, where there is hardly room for 

 him to turn round, he travels through the steaming 

 heat of the tropics ; his legs become cramped and stiff 

 from want of exercise ; he fattens like a Strasburg 

 Sfoose on the Irish stew and other substantial viands 

 from the saloon table with which the waiters — cruelly 

 generous — persist in stuffing him ; and when, as a rare 

 treat, he is allowed half an hour's liberty for what is 

 ironically called a "run" on deck, he is able to do little 

 more than sit down and pant. 



With better luck than often falls to the lot of travel- 



