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Adventures in Contentment
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David Grayson
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"Hulloo,
hulloo----"
"What
luck?"
"Hulloo,
hulloo----"
"I'm
coming--"
and
I
turned
and
ran
as
rapidly
as
I
could
through
the
trees,
jumping
over
logs
and
dodging
low
branches,
wondering
what
new
thing
my
friend
had
discovered.
So
I
came
to
his
side.
"Have
you
got
trace
of
her?"
I
questioned
eagerly.
"Sh!"
he
said,
"over
there.
Don't
you
see
her?"
"Where,
where?"
He
pointed,
but
for
a
moment
I
could
see
nothing
but
the
trees
and
the
bracken.
Then
all
at
once,
like
the
puzzle
in
a
picture,
I
saw
her
plainly.
She
was
standing
perfectly
motionless,
her
head
lowered,
and
in
such
a
peculiar
clump
of
bushes
and
ferns
that
she
was
all
but
indistinguishable.
It
was
wonderful,
the
perfection
with
which
her
instinct
had
led
her
to
conceal
herself.
All
excitement,
I
started
toward
her
at
once.
But
Mr.
Purdy
put
his
hand
on
my
arm.
"Wait,"
he
said,
"don't
frighten
her.
She
has
her
calf
there."
"No!"
I
exclaimed,
for
I
could
see
nothing
of
it.
We
went,
cautiously,
a
few
steps
nearer.
She
threw
up
her
head
and
looked
at
us
so
wildly
for
a
moment
that
I
should
hardly
have
known
her
for
my
cow.
She
was,
indeed,
for
the
time
being,
a
wild
creature
of
the
wood.
She
made
a
low
sound
and
advanced
a
step
threateningly.
"Steady,"
said
Mr.
Purdy,
"this
is
her
first
calf.
Stop
a
minute
and
keep
quiet.
She'll
soon
get
used
to
us."
Moving
to
one
side
cautiously,
we
sat
down
on
an
old
log.
The
brown
heifer
paused,
every
muscle
tense,
her
eyes
literally
blazing,
We
sat
perfectly
still.
After
a
minute
or
two
she
lowered
her
head,
and
with
curious
guttural
sounds
she
began
to
lick
her
calf,
which
lay
quite
hidden
in
the
bracken.
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