220 DAYS AND NIGHTS OF SHIKAR 



I was leaving for England, and on the ship were 

 two cold and shivering little cassowaries, being sent 

 home to the Zoo. They were rather unhappy at 

 times, when we were rocked too violently in the 

 cradle of the deep more than was pleasant for 

 anybody but they grew so friendly they would 

 come and sit close to me, with a bit of skirt over 

 them, and seemed to enjoy the warmth. 



