No matter how much grass poor Yamba brought me as covering, I never could get warm, and so now I thought I would try some animal heat.
Scarce had life left the body of the prostrate bull before I ripped open the carcass between the fore and hind legs; and after remarking to Yamba, "I am going to have heat this time," I crawled into the interior.

My head, however, was protruding from the buffalo's chest.

Yamba understood perfectly well what I was doing; and when I told her I was going to indulge in a long sleep in my curious resting-place, she said she would keep watch and see that I was not disturbed.

I remained buried in the bull's interior for the rest of the day and all through the night.

Next morning, to my amazement, I found I was a prisoner, the carcass having got cold and rigid, so that I had literally to be dug out.