18 The Catskill Fairies.

At the back of the house the snow was not equally deep, the
building being an obstacle to the growing mass. What do
you suppose he did? He went down-stairs again, put on his
boots, wrapped his neck in a woollen comforter, took the shovel,
and jumped out of the window to make a path to the cow-shed.
The poor cow, supposing that she was never to have her
breakfast, mooed dismally. Job worked with all his might.

 

Sometimes the cat sprang on the window-ledge to watch him,
but she took very good care not to wet her dainty paws by
skipping out-ofdoors. At last the path was finished, and Job
fed the hungry animal. As he did so he heard the flapping
of wings, and the cocks crowed dolefully in the dark hen-
house, where they supposed it was still night. He had forgot-

ten them until that moment. Dear me! what was to be done?