There was nothing left for Ernest but the donkey, and its slow and peaceful habits suited him very well.
Francis ran up to his favourite, who showed his delight at seeing him as well as he was able, and at the first summons followed his master from the stable.

Fritz brought out _Lightfoot_ Jack his buffalo, and I followed with the cow and the ass.

We left them to sport about at liberty on the humid earth, till we removed the water from their stable, and supplied them with fresh food.

We then drove them in, considering it advisable to pursue our expedition on foot, lest the bridge should still be overflowed.

Francis was the superintendent of the fowls, and knew every little chicken by name; he called them out and scattered their food for them, and soon had his beautiful and noisy family fluttering round him.
After having made all our animals comfortable, and given them their breakfast, we began to think of our own.