The helpless little thing, separated from the herd, had probably mistaken the animals of the caravan for a herd of buffaloes.

The frightened creature, discovering its error, continued its precipitate flight.

The wolves, too wary to enter the camp, made a circuit around it, thus the calf got a little the start.

It strained every nerve to reach a large herd of buffaloes at the foot of the hills, about two miles distant.
Wolf after wolf joined in the chase until more than thirty were yelping in the hot pursuit.
A bull came out to the rescue of the little one, but was overpowered and driven back.

Soon the foremost of the pack fastened their fangs into the calf, the rest were instantly upon him, and the quivering animal was pulled down, torn to pieces and devoured almost before he was dead.