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a herd of fourteen buffaloes that had been rolling in the fpring. 
They were very fhy, and fcampered away at a great rate into 
the thicket that covered the fides of the hills. For three days' 
journey from this place the road lay over a furface of country 
finely marked with bold hills, plains, gradual fwells, and hol- 
lows ; but the whole was entirely covered with a foreft of fhrub- 
bery. Sometimes for the diftance of ten or twelve miles there 
was not the leaft opening that made it poffible to turn a yard 
out of the path either to the right or to the left ; and from the 
heights, where the bufhes were lefs tall, the eye could difcern 
only an uninterrupted foreft. Nothing could be more beautiful 
nor more interefting than this grand and extenfive fhrubbery 
appeared to be for the greateft part of the firft day's journey ; 
but the inconvenience it occafioned towards the evening, when 
we wifhed to halt, was ferioufly felt. There was no fpace fuf- 
ficient for the tent and waggons, or to make faft the oxen ; 
and, what was the worft of all, not a drop of water. The wea- 
ther had been very fultry, the thermometer fludluating gene- 
rally from 75° to 80° in the fhade during the day; yet the 
cattle had tafted water once only in three days. The two 
nights they were unyoked it was neceffary to bind them faft to 
the waggons, that they might not ftray into the thicket, where 
they would infallibly have been loft, or devoured by lions. 
The prints of the feet of this deftrudtive animal were every 
where frefti on the road, and every night we heard them roar- 
ing around us. Befides thefe were heard the cries of a multi- 
tude of ferocious beafts that nightly prowl the woods in queft 
of prey. The roaring of lions, the bellowing of buffaloes, the 
howling of wolves, the yelping of jackals, and the timid looing 
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