Household words, No. 19, August 3, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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Household words, No. 19, August 3, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
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Returning down the Nile with their unwieldy prize, for whose wounded
flank the best surgical attendance the country afforded, was of course
procured, it soon became a matter of immense importance and profound
consultation as to how and on what the innocent young monster should be
fed. He would not touch flesh of any kind; he did not seem to relish
fruit; and he evidently did not, at present, understand grass. A live
fish was put into his mouth, but he instantly gave a great gape and
allowed it to flap its way out again and fall into the water. Before
long, however, the party reached a village. The Commander of the army
saw what to do. He ordered his men to seize all the cows in the village,
and milk them. This was found very acceptable to their interesting
charge, who presently despatched a quantity that alarmed them, lest they
should be unable to keep up the due balance of supply and demand. The
surplus milk, however, they carried away in gourds and earthen vessels.
But they found it would not keep: it became sour butter, and melted into
oil. They were, therefore, compelled, after a milking, to carry off with
them one of the best cows. In this way they returned fifteen hundred
miles down the Nile, stopping at every village on their way—seizing all
the cows and milking them dry. By these means they managed to supply the
“table” of the illustrious captive, whose capacities in disposing of the
beverage appeared to increase daily.
The hunting-division of the army, headed by the Commander-in-Chief,
arrived at Cairo with their prize on the 14th of November, 1849. The
journey down the Nile, from the place where he was captured, _viz._, the
White Nile, had occupied between five and six months. This, therefore,
with a few additional days, may be regarded as the age of our
hippopotamus on reaching Cairo. The colour of his skin, at that time,
was for the most part of a dull, reddish tone, very like that (to
compare great things with small) of a naked new-born mouse. The
Commander hastened to the palace to report his arrival with the prize to
his royal master, into the charge of whose officers he most gladly
resigned it. His Highness, having been informed of the little affair of
the succession of “cows,” determined to place the vivacious un-weaned
“infant prodigy” in the hands of the British Consul without a moment’s
delay.
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