dabble with her hand in the water. Behold, up
through its sandy and pebbly bed, along with
the fountain's gush, a young woman with drip-
ping hair would arise, and stand gazing at Mother
Ceres, half out of the water, and undulating up
and down with its ever-restless motion. But
when the mother asked whether her poor lost
child had stopped to drink out of the fountain,
the naiad, with weeping eyes, (for these watei
nymphs had tears to spare for every body's
grief,) would answer "No! "in a murmuring
voice, which was just like the murmur of the
stream.

Often, likewise, she encountered fauns, who
looked like sunburnt country people, except that
they had hairy ears, and little horns upon their
foreheads, and the hinder legs of goats, on which
they gambolled merrily about the woods and
fields. They were a frolicsome kind of creature,
but grew as sad as their cheerful dispositions
would allow, when Ceres inquired for her daugh-
tei; and they had no good news to tell. But
sometimes she came suddenly upon a rude gang
of satyrs, who had faces like monkeys, and
horses' tails behind them, and who were gen-

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