time, they fancied themselves doing it of theii
own accord. The cow was by no means very
nice in choosing her path; so that sometimes
they had to scramble over rocks, or wade through
mud and mire, and were all in a terribly bedrag-
gled condition, and tired to death, and very
hungry, into the bargain. What a weary busi-
ness it was!

But still they kept trudging stoutly forward,
and talking as they went. The strangers grew
very fond of Cadmus, and resolved never to leave
him, but to help him build a city wherever the
cow might lie down. In the centre of it there
should be a noble palace, in which Cadmus
might dwell, and be their king, with a throne, a
crown, and sceptre, a purple robe, and every
thing else that a king ought to have; for in him
there was the royal blood, and the royal heart,
and the head that knew how to rule.

While they were talking of these schemes,
and beguiling the tediousness of the way with
laying out the plan of the new city, one of the
company happened to look at the cow.

"Joy! joy!" cried he, clapping his hands.
"Brindle is going to lie down."

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