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Dicksi was a most sensitive and responsive creature. In a few days 
she formed an attachment for me which was almost pathetic. As 
long as I was in sight she was happy but when I left the deck to 
go for a meal she became boisterously restless and tried to get 
out of her crate to follow me, and when I returned she always 
greeted me with tremendous trumpetings. After a while she 
realized that even I needed food and sleep and could not remain 
on deck every minute of the day, and so she became less fretful. 
Quite a lot of my time was taken up in chopping up the young 
sugar-cane stalks of which three tons had been shipped, but only 
a little could be given at a time as she refused to eat a quantity 
of any one thing. This meant tempting her with a variety of 
things such as maize, bread, apples, carrots, potatoes, cabbages, 
hay, which had to be done very sparingly to avoid wastage. 
Bully the buffalo presented no great problem except when I 
tried to muck him out. This he took as a signal for a game. The 
rake or fork, or whatever I was using, would be frivolously tossed 
into the air if he could get his horns to it, and so frisky was he 
that I feel sure he would have delighted in tossing me overboard 
—all in good fun, of course. Bully was really the tamest creature 
imaginable, but he was always seeking an outlet for his high 
spirits. 
The City of Calcutta was a fast cargo ship with a speed of seven- 
~ teen knots, which meant that we should be home considerably 
quicker than if I had caught the fastest passenger boat. The only 
snag was that we were bound for Liverpool, which meant prob- 
ably a cold passage through the Irish Sea, and all the trouble, 
delay, and expense of getting the collection by rail to London. 
At Aden I cabled the London Zoo asking if, in view of valuable 
cargo and risk involved by going to Liverpool so late in the season, 
it would be possible to get the boat diverted to a southern port. 
This caused much mirth among the officers, most of whom hailed 
from London. At that time ships were still under war-time con- 
trol and could be diverted to any port, wherever the cargo was 
most needed. At Port Said it was my turn to smile, for the captain 
received orders to proceed to the Port of London. At that time, 
thanks to Dr. Vevers, the Zoo had many loyal friends. 
We arrived at Port Said at the beginning of the migratory sea- 
