The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1892-09-08

mountain took on violent tint; It was
evening. $50 soon {" said the little goat
and she stopped, astonished.
Down below the fields were covered will
mist. The Enclosure of NJ. Seguin had dis
appeared in the fog, and only the roof OF
his house, with thread OF smoke rising
from it. was visible; she heard the bells Of
a returning flock sound, and she felt sad.
ness seize her A falcon flying home
brushed her with his wing in passing. She
trembled. Then there came long howl
from the mountain-"Howi Howl''
She thought of the wolf; all day long
the foolish one had never thought of him
At the same time horn sounded from
away down below in the valley. 1t was
the good M. Segpin trying to call hei
| home.
"Howl Howl" cried the wolf.
"Returnl Returnr' sounded the trum
| pet.
Blanquette had good mind to return
but when she remembered the stake, the
| cord, the feed in the Enclosure, she thought
that now she would never be able to en-
! dure that life. and 1t would be better tt
| stay on the mountain.
The horn did not sound again.
The goat heard behind her a rustling Of
leaves anu bue sdW III tub ul1u llRnb JWt
| short, erect ears and two glittering eyes
4 1t was the wolf.
Enormous, motionless, seated with hi.
tail behind, there he was watching tn,
little white goat and tasting her in iinagi
nation. As he well know that he should
eat her, the wolf was not in hurry; only
when she turned away he would laugh
wickedly, HAL hal that little goat of NJ
Seguin'bln and he licked his chops witt
his coarse, red tongue.
| Blanquette felt that she was lost. Fo
a moment, in recalling the story of the ole
| Renande who had fought all night to b,
eaten in the morning, she said to hersel
| that 1t would be better to be eaten at once
| then changing her mind, she turned ant
charged the enemy, with lowered heat
and aggressive horns, like the courageous
| goat OF NJ. Seguin that she was. Not tina
she had any hope Of killing the wolf
goats do not kill woives-but only to Sc,
II she could hold out as long as Renand
did.
BY this time the monster came TOWARD
her and the little horns began their dane
ing.
All, the brave goatl how courageous,
she fought More than ten times-I d.
not exaggerate, Gringoire-she forced tn
| wolf to draw away and take breath. Dur
ing these respites OF minute the it'll
gourmand picked blade of her dear grass
then she returned to the combat with he
mouth full. This lasted all through tn
night. From time to time M Scguin'
goat would look at the stars twinkling il
the clear sky and say to herself, "Oh, If
can hold out until daylghtp'
One after another the stars grew dim
Blanquette redoubled her butting, tn
wolf his biting. A pale light appeared Oh
the horizon. The hoarse growing of
rooster rose to them from farm below.
.At last" said the poor beast, who hal
only waited until morning to die; and the
she fell upon the ground with her beauti
full white fur all spotted with blood.
Then the wolf sprang upon the littl
goat and ate her.
Adieu Gringoire.
The story that you have heard is not
tale of my invention. If you ever go int
Provence, our farmers will often tell yo
of M. Seguin's goat that fought all nigh
with the wolf and then the wolf ate her i
the morning. -Translated from the Frenc
of Alphonse Daudet for the Boston Trar
script by Mary Sinonds.