The sound startled the wild buffaloes in their forest home, and they said one to another, “Sister. What does Jhore say?” Again the music seemed to say,
A staff of Pader wood
A flute of Erandom
Return, return, return,
Oh! wild buffaloe cows.
At Jhore’s second call the herd of wild buffaloes dashed off at their utmost speed, and never halted till they reached the raja’s palace. They came in such numbers that the pen could not contain them all, many remained outside.
Those that entered the pen are the domesticated buffaloes of to-day, and those who were without are the wild buffaloes still found in the forests of India.
[1] Stereospermum suaveolens, D. C.
[2] Recinus communis, Linn.