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“Run, Karlie bov! Run, run.” There
now! There was an opening in the forest!
We rushed forward; hut just imagine! We
were in that little open place again,—there
where everything was so horrid, where the
great split tree-trunks lay in the swampy inoss,
—just where I had hegun to have that shivery
fear deep down inside of me. We had walked
round and round in a circle.
And there were the cows! Beyond where
the trees were close together, I saw a black cow
that lifted its head and sniffed at us; and other
cows, many cows,—and oh! there was Kaspar’s
buil!
I was wild with fright; probably it was then
that I threw away my basket, for I saw it no
more. Over hilloeks and moss, through bushes
and thickets, I dragged Karl—who was now
pale as death, with big wide open staring eyes,
and utterly silent.
The whole herd was af ter us, now at a slow
trot, now leaping; the buli was ahead and
gave a short, low roar from time to time.
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