until they could no longer distinguish the bull's
snowy head from the white-capped billows that
seemed to boil up out of the sea's depths around
him. Nothing more was ever seen of the white
bull nothing more of the beautiful child.

This was a mournful story, as you may well
think, for the three boys to carry home to their
parents. King Agenor, their father, was the
ruler of the whole country; but he loved his
little daughter Europa better than his kingdom,
or than all his other children, or than any thing
else in the world. Therefore, when Cadmus and
his two brothers came crying home, and told him
how that a white bull had carried off their sister,
and swam with her over the sea, the king was
quite beside himself with grief and rage. Al-
though it was now twilight, and fast growing
dark, he bade them set out instantly in search
of her.

"Never shall you see my face again," he cried,
"unless you bring me back my little Europa, to
gladden me with her smiles and her pretty ways.
Begone, and enter my presence no more, till you
come leading her by the hand."

As King Agenor said this, his eyes flashed fire,

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