THE RED COW 



were caused by embryo tusks in these little battles 

 that are probably due to an instinct inherited from 

 fierce old tuskers of the jungle. When not fighting, 

 most of their waking hours are spent in efforts to 

 root, though their big, floppy ears seem to overbal- 

 ance them and they fall on their noses when they 

 try to put steam in their work. But most of their 

 time is devoted to sleep, which also has its activities. 

 Tliey huddle together side by side and on top of one 

 another, and look like a pile of plump sausages. 

 Every few seconds one of them gives a convulsive 

 little jump as if suffering from nightmare, and the 

 pile is never still. While watching them yesterday 

 I had a chance to verify an observation made by a 

 friend. He told me that in cold weather the little 

 fellows at the end of the pile get chilled and at once 

 get up and root their way into the middle of the 

 pile, where they will be warm. At present the air 

 is mild and they were not troubled much in that way, 

 but once when a draft from an open door struck 

 them the fellow on the outside felt a chill along his 

 spine. He promptly got up and pushed his way 

 into the centre by lying on top of the others and 

 gradually wriggling down. Presently the one that 

 was left exposed felt a similar chill and followed the 



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