Part 21 (1/2)

At night he heard the lion roar, And the hyena scream, And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds, Beside solorious roll of druh the triuues, Shouted of liberty; And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud, With a voice so wild and free, That he started in his sleep and slee

He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out fetter, that the soul Had broken and throay!

LONGFELLOW

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BACON

THE CHASE

Early one Auguston Basin Mountain

The sole co little fahose brown coat was just beginning to be mottled with beautiful spots

The buck, his father, had been that night on a long tramp across the mountain to Clear Pond, and had not yet returned He went to feed on the lily pads there

The doe was daintily cropping tender leaves and turning fro The fawn had taken hismeal and now lay curled up on a bed of moss

If the , the fawn made a half-movement, as if to rise and follow her If, in alarm, he uttered a plaintive cry, she bounded to him at once

It was a pretty picture,--maternal love on the one part, and happy trust on the other

The doe lifted her head with a quick ?

Probably it was only the south wind in the balsams There was silence all about in the forest With an affectionate glance at her fawn, she continued picking up her breakfast

But suddenly she started, head erect, eyes dilated, a tremor in her limbs She turned her head to the south; she listened intently

There was a sound, a distinct, prolonged note, pervading the woods It was repeated The doe had no doubt now It was the baying of a hound--far off, at the foot of the h to put miles between her and the hound before he should coh But there was the fawn

The cry of the hound was repeated, more distinct this time The mother bounded away a few paces The fawn started up with an anxious bleat The doe turned; she came back; she couldn't leave hi skipped after her

It was slow going for the slender legs, over the fallen logs and through the rasping bushes The doe bounded in advance and waited The fawn scraood deal because hisaway froht up, he was quite content to frisk about He wanted ; and his mother wouldn't stand still She led in the roots of the narrow deer path

Suddenly came a sound that threw the doe into a panic of terror,--a short, sharp yelp, followed by a prolonged howl, caught up and re-echoed by other bayings along the er was certain now; it was near She could not crawl on in this way; the dogs would soon be upon the after her, tuht with the faas impossible

The doe returned, stood by him, head erect and nostrils distended

Perhaps she was thinking The fawn lay down contentedly, and the doe licked him for a moment Then, with the swiftness of a bird, she dashed away, and in a moment was lost in the forest She went in the direction of the hounds