MM, SEGUIN’S GOAT 15

will be happy with me.” M. Seguin
was mistaken, his goat soon grew dis-
contented.

One day she thought as she looked
at the mountain:

‘How delightful it must be up there !
How charming to skip about on the
heather without this abominable tether-
. ing rope which chafes my neck! .. .
It is all very well for a horse or donkey
to be shut up in a paddock. . . . But
goats want liberty.’

From that moment the grass in the
paddock seemed insipid. Weariness
possessed her. She grew thin, her
milk failed. It was sad to see her
straining at her tether all day, her eyes
yearning for the mountain, her nostrils
distended, and bleating piteously.

M. Seguin saw that something was
the matter with his goat, but he could
not tell what. . . . One morning, just
as he had finished milking her, the goat
turned round and said in our country
speech: ‘See here, M. Seguin, I am