The next morning two buffaloes were dragged into the water close to the spot, and it was supposed that these murders were committed by the same crocodile.
I was at Colombo at the time, and, hearing of the accident, I rode off to Bolgodde to try my hand at catching him.
Bolgodde is a very large lake of many miles in circumference, abounding with crocodiles, widgeon, teal, and ducks.
On arrival that evening, the moodeliar (headman) pointed out the spot where the man had been destroyed, and where the buffaloes had been dragged in by the crocodile.

One buffalo had been entirely devoured, but the other had merely lost his head, and his carcass was floating in a horrible state of decomposition near the bank.

It was nearly dark, so I engaged a small canoe to be in readiness by break of day.
Just as the light streaked the horizon I stepped into the canoe.
This required some caution, as it was the smallest thing that can be conceived to support two persons.

It consisted of the hollow trunk of a tree, six feet in length and about one foot in diameter.

A small outrigger prevented it from upsetting, but it was not an inch from the surface of the water when I took my narrow seat, and the native in the stern paddled carefully towards the carcass of the buffalo.
Upon approaching within a hundred yards of the floating carcass, I counted five forms within a few yards of the flesh.