52 SUNDERBUNDS BUFFALO 



Serang (or Captain) had shot a bar-necked goose, 

 off which we dined, finishing up with marrow-bone. 

 Not even the Travellers' Club could produce such 

 a marrow-bone. To most men a marrow-bone is 

 a marrow-bone, " and it is nothing more." But 

 that one meant much more to me, for it had be- 

 longed to the buffalo who tossed me. I did enjoy 

 that marrow-bone ! I also enjoyed looking at the 

 three sets of horns, to which I shall, I hope, add 

 the fourth, for I promised some fishermen a hatful 

 of rupees if they found and sent me the fourth 

 head. The buffalo could not live many hours 

 and the vultures will indicate where he lies. The 

 heads are very fair ones; one, indeed, is quite a 

 good one. They are worth a toss: Paris vaut 

 Men une messe, as I^enry of Navarre said when 

 reproached with becoming a Holy Roman. I lay 

 on deck in the sun all day and dozed, and the 

 absolute rest, silence, and absence of all worry 

 did me a world of good, and I am really nearly 

 myself again. Of course, I shall be lame for a bit 

 and unable to ride, but I can already hobble about 

 with a stick, and my leg looks like a leg which 

 it certainly did not for some days. It is still a 

 fine purple-brown from my hip to my ankle, and 

 painful, but no lasting harm is done, I hope. 



We reached Barisal on the 27th, Calcutta on 

 the 28th, and on the 29th I resumed work. Till 

 April I shall be up to my eyes in work, worry, 

 and vexation. 



Nothing could have exceeded Meyer's coolness, 

 pluck, and devotion from first to last. 



The damage is a go of pleurisy from a crushed 

 rib, a jarred thigh-bone, and water on the knee; 



