THE TRAVELS OF A BUTTERFLY. 23

The more the boy ran the faster came the bull after him,
with its head close to the ground and its tail in the air.

Oh! what terror Johnnie felt now!—he found out what it
was like to be chased himself. What could he do? Over the
field faster and faster he went, the bull behind coming nearer
and nearer every
moment ;_ which
way could he
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should he fly ?
Oh! what would
Johnnie. have
given for a pair
of wings? The
river was in front.
thes abl ate this
heels! Splash! a cold plunge—a dreadful buzzing in his ears, and
then he was fighting with the water, which got into his mouth and
choked him. The splash frightened away all the little sand-
martins which were dipping and catching flies—it even startled
the bull, which stood on the bank staring, and whisking the
tuft at the end of its tail. After all, it was a good-natured
young bull, and wanted nothing but a game of play with
Johnnie, only it might have been rather a rough game. But it
was lucky that Johnnie’s plump into the stream had made so
loud a noise, or he might never have had a chance of playing
any more games at all with bulls or anything else; for a man
heard it on the opposite bank, along which he was strolling
with a big kind dog; and he and the dog between them fished
him out, and took him home all dripping wet. The sand-
martin came back, and he saw it all, and went to the bank to
tell his wife and little ones the story; the white butterfly heard