Zoo Animals Arrive 



In 'B. A.' 



In Good Condition 



Wild Bill Picks Fight 

 With Buffalo Twice His 

 Size "(Through a Fence) 



(No. 17 of a Series.) 



By W. H. SHIPPEN, JR., 



Star Staff Correspondent. 



BUENOS AIRES.— Uncle Sam's 

 gift animals, at long last, have ar- 

 rived safely at their destination— the 

 local Zoo. 



There's Wild Bill, the yearling bull 

 buffalo, whose 

 rampages in his 

 crate one gray 

 morning on the 

 A tlantic far 

 north of here- 

 brought him to 

 the verge of de- 

 struction . . . 



And the Texas 

 red wolf, which 

 chewed and 

 wrenched away 

 a wooden bar on 

 his cage, escap- 

 ing to run free 

 on the work deck 

 w. H. shippen, Jr. forward one 

 early morning at sea. Only the 

 monitor lizzard was lost — a 4-foot 

 veteran traveler which Dr. Mann 

 had transported to Washington from 

 Sumatra, on the other side of the 

 world. 



The bald eagles came through in 

 great shape — even the wild one 

 which thrashed its wings against the 

 cage each time a member of the 

 crew or curious passenger stopped 

 to peer in at it. The prairie dogs, 

 the civet cats, the East Indian 

 bingurang (or "bear cat") and the 

 Emperor geese from Alaska stood 

 the 6,500-mile journey very well. 



The Uruguay arrived here last 

 hight after dark and moved up to 

 freight wharf this morning. Dr. 

 Mann had arranged in advance 

 through the consular service to ex- 

 pedite the passage of the animals 

 through quarantine, customs and 

 port authorities. Two big, horse- 

 drawn drays awaited the crates on 

 the wharf this morning, but some 

 hitch developed. 



Each Crate Handled Carefully. 



It was not until this afternoon 

 that the crates went over the side. 

 Jn some ports an animal shipment 

 gets rough handling— boxes are 

 slammed about and dropped on the 

 wharf. But today Tex Wyly, the 

 bos'n's mate who helped care for 

 the animals on the way south, was 

 superintending the job. The ship- 

 ment was handled gently as it came 

 off in cai*go slings. 



It was dusk today before the two 

 buffalo were turned into their pad- 

 dock at the zoo. Dr. Mann was 

 eager to see them outside their 

 crates. For weeks he couldn't be 

 sure, peering in at the buffalo in 

 their dark quarters, how they had 

 fared. 



The female emerged a bit wobbly 

 on her pins, but Wild Bill charged 

 out on all fours and tried to horn 

 a buffalo bull twice his weight— it 

 was lucky for him that a fence sep- 

 arated them. The newcomers will 

 occupy their own paddock until they 

 get better acquainted with the herd 

 whose blood they are supposed to 

 improve. 



Shortly before the S. S. Uruguay 

 reached Rio, Wild Bill managed, in 

 some incredible manner, to turn 

 completely around in a crate de- 

 signed to give him just enough room 

 to lie down, but no extra space in 

 which to gather force to hurt him- 

 self. He defied the laws of gravity 

 and probability with a great clatter 

 that brought members of the crew 

 on deck before daylight. 



A Kicking, Bucking Demon. 



Then Ferdinand— as he had been 

 called up to that time— went ber- 

 serk. He became an 800-pound 

 bucking, kicking, butting demon. 



His crate began to splinter. It 

 broke at the top and front . . . broke 

 and bulged with each shock. The 

 crate shifted aft and almost rolled 

 over on the tilting deck. 



Dr. Mann's face was white and 

 drawn— not with fear or anger, but 

 with pain. "Poor buff!" he ex- 

 claimed, while the crate rocked al- 

 most on top of him, "I hope we won't 

 have to destroy him!" An officer 

 was standing by with a gun. 



With the aid of Tex, "Chips," the 

 ship's carpenter, and various sailors, 

 lines were passed about the crate 

 and tied forward to hold it upright. 

 Then the case was hauled back in 

 place with block and tackle, re- 

 inforced with heavy planking and 



Wild Bill,n5a^hl^reverseor^rnm- 

 self , was standing in his feed box . . . 

 kicking, rather., He was in momen- 

 tary peril of breaking a leg. He 

 also was almost certain to inflict a 

 fracture on any person reaching in- 

 side the crate to pry loose the feed 

 box. Tex managed this somehow, 

 with the aid of a crowbar, without 

 hurting himself or the bull. 

 Didn't Miss Any Meals. 



Thereafter Bill was fed and wa- 

 tered through a slot designed for 

 cleaning his crate. For days on end 

 there was a great thundering and 

 rattling of hooves and horns. 



"I wonder," Dr. Mann said, "if 

 Bill, the buff, would feel any better 

 if he knew he was practically spoil- 

 ing my trip." 

 ' Through all this Wild Bill never 

 missed any rations. 



When he charged out of his irk- 

 some crate here tonight, with 

 wounds on hocks and back nicely 

 healing and obviously feeling his 

 oats, Dr. Mann said: 



"Maybe he was just havine his 



setting-up exercises on the boat! 

 There's nothing like it to keep you 

 in shape on a long voyage!" 



¥he wolf-coyote which escaped 

 had been crated with his mate. 

 They were separated by a partition 

 of wire, which he gnawed through. 

 Then the male took all the female's 



rations. He was shifted at sea to a 

 smaller crate. 



The wolf went to work on this 

 crate with his teeth one night. He 

 shredded a board a half -inch thick 

 and some 4 inches across, pulled it 

 aside and squeezed out of prison. 

 The jail-break was discovered about 

 daylight by a sailor, who roused Dr. 

 Mann. But let Charley, the German 



cook for the oilers and firemen in 

 a galley forward, tell about it: 



"That doktur Mann, he knows an- 

 imals, huh? The wolf he was prowl- 

 ing about. Then a sailor gets a 

 line. It's as big as a hawser. He 

 twirls it about his head. I say, 'Hold 

 on Cowboy— you go get doktur Mann, 

 huh?' And close those doors to the 

 passengers' quarters, huh? 



"The doktur he just blinks and 

 slides over toward the wolf. /Open 

 the door in one of those empty 

 crates,' he says to a sailor. The 

 wolf he looks sideways at the doktur. 

 He don't want trouble. He's more 

 scared than me, huh? The wolf, he 

 sidesteps away. He sees the crate 

 door open. He starts in, and then 



he tenses his muscles, huh? He's 

 ready to jump back, huh? The dok- 

 tur just goes up and spanks him on 

 his rear, huh? The wolf jumps in 

 instead of out. 



"Very simple, huh?" 



The big monitor which went over- 

 board died for no particular reason. 

 A phlegmatic fellow, he had plenty 



of room, air and food and had made 

 at least two previous ocean voyages — 

 he just curled up and expired. 



"The more I travel with animals," 

 Dr. Mann said, "the less I'm inclined 

 to see red when a dealer shows me 

 a price list!" 



Tomorrow:; Notes on Buenos Aires. 



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