The din was fearful, the sight bewildering, for the beasts were of all colours, and their long horns flashed like ivory in the moonlight.

Indeed, the only thing in the least like it which I have ever seen was the rush of the buffaloes from the reed camp on that day when I got my injury.
They were streaming past us now, a mighty and moving mass so closely packed that a man might have walked upon their backs.

In fact, some of the calves which had been thrust up by the pressure were being carried along in this fashion.

Glad was I that none of us were in their path, for their advance seemed irresistible.

No fence or wall could have saved us, and even stout trees that grew in the gully were snapped or thrust over.
At length the long line began to thin, for now it was composed of stragglers and weak or injured beasts, of which there were many.