Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-07-15

| follow. / tried to moderate him. Noiraud
herel Noiraud, my boy Not SO fast" But
Noiraud turned deaf ear, pushed along
his steady little gait, and was seized with
a genuine fit of anger when 1 wanted to
sit down at the corner of field, under a
tree that afforded q scant shade, He set
to barking in little irritated voice, cast
ing impatient glances at me. Plainly
what was doing was against the rule. Il
| wasn't the custom to stop there. And his
| yelps were so sharp and exasperating that
l arose to resume my walk. Noiraud in
stantly qu1eted down and went trotting
Rayiy in advance. had comprehended
He was satisfied.
Some minutes later we entered on a de-
lclous road, all flowers, perfume, shade,
all tull OF GOODNESS and the murmur Of
springs. Noiraud suddenly slipped among
the trees, took to a gallop and vanished
down little path. followed him out of
breath. had not gone hundred steps
when | found my Noiraud awaiting me,
his head high, his eye shining, in a sort of
hall of verdure made gay with the song of
dainty waterfall. There was an old
rustic bench, and Noiraud's glance turned
impatiently from my eyes to the bench,
from the bench TO my eyes. Twas begin
ming to understand the language of moi
raud. Now" it said to me, there's a
place TO rest. It's nice here-it's cool. You
were stupid You wanted to stop in the
hot sun. Come, sit down; you may sit
down; | allow you that"
And l stopped and | sat down, and l
lighted a cigar. was just on the point of
Offering one to Noiraud. Perhaps he
smoked. But it occurred to me that ne
would prefer bit of sugar, He caught it
very adroitly on the fly, crunched it with
zest, lay down and settled himself at my
feet. Evidently here he was used to lit
tie halt and little nap.
He scarcely dozed ten minutes. was
now completely at ease Noiraud began to
inspire me with absolute confidence. / had
made up my mind to obey him blindly. He
rose, stretched, gave me a little sideiong
glance which signified Let's start, my
friend, let's start" And away we went
like two old friends, through the wood at
a gentler pace. Noiraud was enjoying the
charm, the silence, the sweetness of the
place. On the road awhile back in haste
to escape the heat and dust he had gone
on with little firm, quick gait. He was
marching to get through. And now
refreshed, relaxed, Noiraud was walking
for the pleasure Of walking in one Of the
prettiest little paths of the Canton of
Vaud.
A road opens to the left. A slight hest
tation on Noiraud's part. Then he passes
by and keeps on his route straight ahead,
but not without some uncertainty, some
trouble in his manner Now he stops. He
must have made a mistake. Yes, for
he retraces his steps and we take the road
to the left, which, at the end of hundred
paces brings us to a sort of amphitheater,
and Noiraud, nose in air, invites me to con
template the very respectable height of the
impossible wall Of rocks that forms this
When NOiraud and have
sufficiently, about facet and
we resume the little path through the
wood. Noiraud had forgotten TO show me
the rocky amphitheater-a slight error
quickly repaired
The route soon becomes very steep
broken, difficult. can only advance slow
Iy with infinite precaution. Noiraud leaps
lightly from rock to rock, but does not de |
sert me. He waits for me, fixing upon me
a look Of the most touching soIicitude. |
Finally | begin to hear a sort of boiling; |
Noiraud yelps ioyously.
"Couragep' he says to me- Courage.
We are nearing it. You shall see the |
Caidron." A stream, modest enough and |
from modest height, falls with backward |
Jets and rebounds into great rock slight |
ly followed out. should hardly be paid !
for this laborious ascent by seeing this |
mediocre marvel if | had not had for /
this brave Noiraud, who is |
much more interesting and very much |
more remarkable than the Caldron.
On each side of the stream, in little |
Swiss chaiets, are placed two milk stands, |
kept by two little Swiss girls, one blonde, |
Dne brunette, both in the national cos |
tune, eagerly watching my arrival from |
the threshold Of their houselets, veritable |
little boxes, cut out by machinery.
II seems to me that the little blonde has |
very pretty eyes, and had already made |
ihree or four steps toward her, when !
Soiraud, breaking into furious banks, res
1lutely bars my passage. Can he have a |
preference for the little brunettep / |
,hange my direction. Yes, that was it. /
Soiraud's friend enters her little play
house, and Noiraud follows at her heels. |
Through a half open window | followed /
Soiraud with my eyes. The wretch. He |
$ being served before me. It IS he who |
irst has his big bowl of milk. He is
renal.
After which, with little drops of milk on
lis mustaches, Noiraud comes to keep me
company and watch me drink my milk I
give him bit of sugar, and, both satisfied
absolutely with each other, breathing our
unRs full of the light and lively air of the
at this height of thousand or
welve hundred feet, we pass delicious
lalf hour. Noiraud commences to give
igns of impotence and perturbation. !
cad his eyes now like an open book. We
must start. | pay rise, and as l stare to
he right toward the road that brought us
Up the mountain, / notice that my Noiraud
las gone and planted himself on the left at
he entrance to another road. He fastens
lpon me a serious, severe look. How
much progress have made in a couple of
lours, and how the silent eloquence OF
ioiraud has become familiar TO me.
What do you think of mei" says moi