"I have a notion to try it, good Comrade," said the Keeper. "But in the meantime it is late, and now you must all go back to your corrals and cages."
"Good-night, Prairie Cow," trumpeted Hathi, softly, caressing her forehead with his trunk; "your people most certainly have been badly treated by the Men."
Soon silence reigned over the home of these outcasts from the different quarters of the world.
Ninth Night
The Story of Unt, the Camel
