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THE LITTLE ONES IN BULIKA.
It was early in the morning when we set out, making, between the blue sky and the green grass, a gallant show on the wide plain.

We would travel all the morning, and rest the afternoon; then go on at night, rest the next day, and start again in the short twilight.

The latter part of our journey we would endeavour so to divide as to arrive at the city with the first of the morning, and be already inside the gates when discovered.
It seemed as if all the inhabitants of the forest would migrate with us.
A multitude of birds flew in front, imagining themselves, no doubt, the leading division; great companies of butterflies and other insects played about our heads; and a crowd of four-footed creatures followed us.

These last, when night came, left us almost all; but the birds and the butterflies, the wasps and the dragon-flies, went with us to the very gates of the city.
We halted and slept soundly through the afternoon: it was our first real march, but none were tired.