The only trouble was, How to get the cow up?
She was a beautiful beast, a thorough-bred "shorthorn," and she weighed about thirteen hundredweight.

She was so fat that a march of one hundred and fifteen miles in a tropical climate was impossible.

Accordingly a van was arranged for her, which the maker assured me would carry an elephant.

But no sooner had the cow entered it than the whole thing came down with a crash, and the cow made her exit through the bottom.
She was therefore obliged to start on foot in company with the bull, sheep, horse and hounds, orders being given that ten miles a day, divided between morning and evening, should be the maximum march during the journey.
The emigrants started per coach, while our party drove up in a new clarence which I had brought from England.

I mention this, as its untimely end will be shortly seen.
Four government elephant-carts started with machinery, farming implements, etc., etc., while a troop of bullock-bandies carried the lighter goods.