160 The Catskill Fatries.

 

Job’s heart began to beat hard. They were calling him!
Was he to be dug out of the drift safely? He put his hands
to his mouth, shaped them like a trumpet, and sent a cheery
shout ringing back. Then he danced around the kitchen;
and, because he must do something in his joy at hearing
voices again, he snatched up the cat, and hugged her until
pussy yelled aloud with wrath.

How about the poor cow and the chickens? Job strove to
trace the path he had made with so much labor the day before,
but the snow had covered it. The cow must wait longer for
her breakfast than on the previous day. In the meanwhile Job
was a hero without knowing it. The night before news had
spread from the village to farm after farm that the boy was
alone on the mountain, and when the snow ceased all were