Then came the sapoos oowinsix hours after he had left the clay wallow.

Dick had just reached the "wallow" referred to by Joe Blunt, and had reined up his steed to observe it leisurely, when a faint hissing sound reached his ear.

He already felt the wallowing of the deck beneath his feet, a dead, dull feeling, evidence enough that the deserted vessel was slowly, but surely going down.

The leader of the herd, a shaggy old bull, usually takes upon himself to prepare the wallow.