eagerly around to see if the situation would suit
him for a home. But still, whether he liked the
place or no, the brindled cow never offered to lie
down. On she went at the quiet pace of a cow
going homeward to the barn yard; and, every
moment, Cadmus expected to see a milkmaid ap-
proaching with a pail, or a herdsman running to
head the stray animal, and turn her back towards
the pasture. But no milkmaid came; no herds-
man drove her back; and Cadmus followed the
stray Brindle till he was almost ready to drop
down with fatigue.

"O, brindled cow," cried he, in a tone of de-
spair, "do you never mean to stop?"

He had now grown too intent on following
her to think of lagging behind, however long
the way, and whatever might be his fatigue.
Indeed, it seemed as if there were something
about the animal that bewitched people. Several
persons who happened to see the brindled cow,
and Cadmus following behind, began to trudge
after her, precisely as he did. Cadrnus w r as glad
of somebody to converse with, and therefore
talked very freely to these good people. He told
them all his adventures, and how he had Iffl

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