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. 

 All 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 

 goose 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- 



