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his goats, when his flock came home at

night. Being afraid the missing animal
would get among the young trees in the
nursery, he sent two of his boys, very
warmly wrapped up in their plaid cloaks,
to watch all night. In the morning,
these boys climbed up the brow of
a hill near by, to hunt for the wanderer.
They found her, after a long search.
She was almost at the top of the hill,
and her young kid was by her side.
This faithful mother was defending the
kid from the attack of a fox. The ene-
my was using all the cunning he was
master of—and he can command a good

deal of cunning, as you know—to get

possession of the little fellow, while the
old goat was presenting his horns in
every direction, as he made his sallies.

The boys shouted at the top of their

voices, in order to drive the fox away.

But Master Reynard had probably wit

enough to discover that they would not
dare to touch him. At any rate, he
kept up the assault. At last, getting
out of all patience with the old goat, he
made a more desperate effort to get hold
of the kid; and, in an instant, all three
of the animals rolled off the precipice,
and were almost immediately killed by
the fall.

I know a little girl, who has a tame
goat. The goat will come, when she
calls him, and will follow her like a dog.
She is very kind to the little goat, and
feeds him quite as often as he is hun-
gry, if not, as I guess is the case, a
good deal oftener. The goat is one of
the most lively and good-natured fellows
youeversaw. He runs and frisks about,
as if he was just as happy as he can
possibly be, all the time. He can climb
up the steepest hills, and does not make

keep him alive,

 

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anything of standing on a ledge of rocks
as high as the top of a church steeple,
and looking down over the edge of the
precipice. This little girl, whose name
s Eliza, is so fond of her pet, that she
lets him go out with her sometimes
when she takes a walk. I found her
once, with her little goat by her side,
out in the woods, where I was hunting
for wild flowers. She was weaving @
wreath of flowers for her little pet’s
neck. ‘Let me introduce you to my
little goat,” said she. “ Thank you,
dear,” I said, “I am very happy to
make his acquaintance.” I thought he
would make a pretty picture, with his
little mistress placing the wreath of
flowers around his neck, and I tried hard
to make a drawing of the two; but [
cannot sketch very well. I made a very
rough picture, ‘and when I got home, I
found an artist who made a much bet-
ter sketch, which was engraved, and
which, little friend, is at your service.
[have had it put into the Canrner for

you.

In some parts of Switzerland and the

Highlands of Scotland, the goat is the

principal property of the inhabitants.
On those barren mountains, where no
other useful animal could find enough to
the goat continues to
gain & comfortable living, and supplies

the hardy natives with what they re-

gard as a great luxury. The people of
those countries lie upon beds made of
their skins, which are soft, clean and
wholesome. ‘They live upon their milk,
with oat bread. A part of the milk
they make into butter, and a part into
cheese ; and the flesh furnishes an excel-
lent food, if the animal is killed at the
proper season, and salted.