THE END OF LANKY. 
Ill 
clover. My tent kept very heavy rain off sur¬ 
prisingly, and the soil being very sandy, soaked all 
up, and I spent a most comfortable night, when I 
had expected, from all appearances, just the reverse. 
2 — Made the wagon again. I got over the 
ground, twelve or fourteen miles, barefoot, very well, 
to my intense satisfaction; it is an accomplishment I 
longed to achieve. Inspanned a young ox, which I 
had christened Lanky, after several hours’ hard 
fighting with him. I never saw so wild a brute ; he 
roared, and bellowed, and charged all before him in 
the most savage, determined manner, and butted 
furiously a bull-stag he was coupled with, but a right 
good buffalo rheim defied his utmost efforts, and 
when everything failed, he lay down, alas! never 
more to rise. I thought dragging him a few yards 
might have the desired effect, but when we stopped 
the wagon, his neck was broken. I cut his throat, 
skinned, and cut him up, and have converted the 
most of him into bell tongue. 
