The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1897-08-17

lost in the haze, and Of the little house
only the roof and a thin wreath of
smoke could be seen. She listened to the
bells Of the cattle going home and felt
sick at heart. A hawk that was flying
back to his nest touched her with his
wings as he shot by. She shivered.
Then there came deep, long howl from
the mountain side.
'fHool HOOP
She thought of the wolf. All day long
the little runaway had not given him
thought. In the same moment the
sound of a distant horn came from the
valley. 1t was the good Frenchman
calling her back for the last time
'Hool HOOP howled the wolf
'Come homel Come homer' blew
the horn.
Daisy wanted to go back, but when
she remembered the stake, the rope and
the hedge around the pasture she thought
she could not stand 1t any more and
that she had rather stay.
Suddenly she heard a rustling of
leaves behind her. She looked back and
saw two burning eyes in the dusk,
with two short ears standing up straight
above them. 1t was the wolf.
Monstrous and horrible There he
sat on his launches, glaring at the lit
tie white goat and licking his chops. AS
he knew for sure that he would devour
her the wolf was in no hurry, only
when she turned her head he laughed
wickedly, "Ha, ha, the Frenchman's
little goatp' and his long red tongue
licked along the row of sharp white
teeth.
Daisy knew she was lost. For a mo-
ment, as she remembered the story of
old Russet, who had fought all night,
to be killed in the morning, she Thought
it were better perhaps to let herself be
devoured right away. Then, having
changed her mind. she fell back step,
with her head low and her horns in ad-
vance, like the brave little goat she
was, not because she hoped to kill the
wolf-goats don't kill wolves-but
merely to try whether she could not
hold out as long as old Russell.
Then the wolf made leap, and the
little horns came into play.
Brave little goatl How she threw her
heart into it'll More than ten times-I
tell the truth, madcap-she made the
wolf fall back and pant for breath.
During these rests of a minute the
greedy little thing would quickly crop
one more tuft of her dear grass and
come back to the fight with her mouth
full. 1t lasted all night. From time'to
time the Frenchman's goat glanced up
at the stars, shining through the clear
night overhead, and said to herself,
"Oh, if can only hold out till dawnw
One after another the stars went out.
Daisy's horns butted faster and harder;
the wolf snapped and bit more savage
ly. A faint light appeared in the east.
Far away, among the farms, rooster
crowed hoarsely.
AT last said the poor animal, who
only wished for the day SO as to die,
and she lay down in the grass, with
her silky, white fur all fecked with
blood.
Then the wolf fell upon the little
goat and devoured her.
Goodby, my madcap
The story you have heard is not tale
of my making. If ever you go to France,
the Frenchmen will often speak to you
of the pretty goat of the Provence,
who fought all night with the wolf,
and then, in the morning, the wolf ate
her up"
You understand me, madcap?
"And then, in the morning, the wolf
ate her up. = From the French Of
Alpbonse Daudet.