MM, SEGUIN’S GOAT 23

she fought. Ten times at least she
made the wolf pause to take breath.
During these intervals of peace, the
greedy little thing snatched a mouthful
of grass; then she returned to the
fight. This went on all night. Some-
times M. Seguin’s goat looked up at
the stars dancing in the sky and she
thought :

‘Oh, if I can only hold out till
dawn !’

One by one the stars went out, and
Blanquette fought harder with her
horns, and the wolf with his teeth. .. .
A pale gleam appeared in the east.
. .. The hoarse crow of a cock was
heard rising from the farmyard.

‘At last!’ said the poor little
creature, who was only waiting for the
time to die; and she stretched herself
out on the ground with her pretty
white coat all dabbled in blood.

Then the wolf seized the poor little
goat and ate her up.