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Adventures in Contentment
·
David Grayson
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I
will
not
attempt
to
put
down
all
we
said:
I
couldn't.
But
by
such
devices
is
the
truth
in
the
country
made
manifest.
So
we
continued
to
walk
and
look.
Occasionally
I
would
unconsciously
increase
my
pace
until
I
was
warned
to
desist
by
the
puffing
of
Mr.
Purdy.
He
gave
an
essential
impression
of
genial
timidity:
and
how
he
did
love
to
talk!
We
came
at
last
to
a
rough
bit
of
land
grown
up
to
scrubby
oaks
and
hazel
brush.
"This,"
said
Mr.
Purdy,
"looks
hopeful."
We
followed
the
old
road,
examining
every
bare
spot
of
earth
for
some
evidence
of
the
cow's
tracks,
but
without
finding
so
much
as
a
sign.
I
was
for
pushing
onward
but
Mr.
Purdy
insisted
that
this
clump
of
woods
was
exactly
such
a
place
as
a
cow
would
like.
He
developed
such
a
capacity
for
argumentation
and
seemed
so
sure
of
what
he
was
talking
about
that
I
yielded,
and
we
entered
the
wood.
"We'll
part
here,"
he
said:
"you
keep
over
there
about
fifty
yards
and
I'll
go
straight
ahead.
In
that
way
we'll
cover
the
ground.
Keep
a-shoutin'."
So
we
started
and
I
kept
a-shoutin'.
He
would
answer
from
time
to
time:
"Hulloo
hulloo!"
It
was
a
wild
and
beautiful
bit
of
forest.
The
ground
under
the
trees
was
thickly
covered
with
enormous
ferns
or
bracken,
with
here
and
there
patches
of
light
where
the
sun
came
through
the
foliage.
The
low
spots
were
filled
with
the
coarse
green
verdure
of
skunk
cabbage.
I
was
so
sceptical
about
finding
the
cow
in
a
wood
where
concealment
was
so
easy
that
I
confess
I
rather
idled
and
enjoyed
the
surroundings.
Suddenly,
however,
I
heard
Mr.
Purdy's
voice,
with
a
new
note
in
it:
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Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
