Then Shaggo fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER XII
SHAGGO IS HAPPY
The sun was shining into Shaggo’s cage when he awakened. At first the mighty buffalo did not remember all that had happened. He recalled a queer smell, which came just after he was tied with the ropes. And he remembered going to sleep. Now he was awake.
“But I feel so weak—as if I could not stand up,” said Shaggo to himself. “It’s like the time I ate some poison weed in the big Park, and was sick until I ate another kind of weed that Wuffo showed me, and then I grew better. But I am weak in my legs now, as I was then. I wonder if I can stand up?”
Shaggo tried, but he found that the ropes were still around his legs, so, after one or two trials, he gave up and remained lying on his side in his cage.
“I guess it isn’t time for me to get up yet,” thought the buffalo. “Maybe, as Dido said, the men are trying to do me good, though tying my legs with ropes is a queer way. But I guess—I guess—I—”
But Shaggo could say no more. His head fell over to one side and he went to sleep again.