"The entire drove . . . dashed at full gallop into the stream."
The wild drove halted at about fifty paces from the stream; the black and white bull advanced alone and, first leisurely taking a drink, plunged into the water; he reached the opposite bank, where he halted and turned right about. Then the entire drove, above which was hovering a cloud of horse-flies, dashed at full gallop into the stream to join their guide. Although the drove must have consisted of hundreds, in less than a quarter of an hour there were not left more than five or six on our side, and these seemed afraid to cross. Suddenly a gun was fired, and one of the animals came rushing past our tree with a jet of blood flowing from his chest. Suddenly he stopped, groaned, and sank down upon the ground. I cast a glance at l'Encuerado, who descended to the lowest branch, continuing his gymnastic exercises. The young bulls on our side, frightened by the report of the gun, at last made up their minds to cross; one of them, however, stopping to drink, was seized by a crocodile, and gradually drawn under the water. A second disappeared in the middle of the stream; and a third, after a fearful struggle, reached the bank. The whole drove, goaded on by the horse-flies, then resumed their furious course, and were soon lost in the distance.
These cattle range the prairies in droves of sometimes forty thousand, and were originally imported by the Spaniards.
CHAPTER XXXII.
THE KING OF THE VULTURES.—THE TICKS.—L'ENCUERADO FRIGHTENED BY A DEMON.—THE TAPIRS.—GOOD-BYE TO THE STREAM.—THE PUMA'S PREY.—A MISERABLE NIGHT.—OUR DEPARTURE.—THE SAVANNAH.—LUCIEN CARRIED IN A LITTER.—HUNGER AND THIRST.—WE ABANDON OUR BAGGAGE AND PETS IN DESPAIR.
The next morning l'Encuerado started alone on the raft; for we had resolved to cross the savannah on foot, and thus escape, for an hour or two, the insects which took advantage of our forced immobility in order to bleed us at their leisure.