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deep, and terrible opened at his very 

 feet. Luckily for the King, he was one 

 jump ahead of the rest of the herd, and 

 in the time to cover that one jump, he 

 turned and crashed through the parapet at 

 the very brink of the chasm. 



But those who came behind him were not 

 so lucky as he, for they had not time to 

 turn. The tide behind them was too deep 

 and too strong. So struggling and frantic- 

 ally pawing the air, they went over the 

 brink, one, three, five at a time, in mad 

 chaos piling higher and higher. 



Bellows, groans, moans and deep grunts 

 filled the air : the deep bass of agonized 

 bulls; the high-keyed wavering bawl of 

 broken-kneed cows ; and the pathetic bleat- 

 ing of calves, who had all been carried high 

 upon the crest of this heaving tidal wave and 

 then plunged to a horrible death in the 

 depths below. 



Into the death-chasm, spurred on by the 



