Something long and white slapped across his face. An unearthly, wavering
voice sounded a hoarse, long-drawn "Moo-oo-oo!" just in front of him. He
sank down in a helpless little heap, blubbering and groaning aloud, with
his teeth chattering, and the tears running down his clammy face. There
was a louder crackling, and out of the bushes walked an old spotted cow,
calmly switching her white tail and looking at John Jay in gentle-eyed
wonder.
Strength came back to the boy with that familiar sight, but not being
sure that the cow was not as ghostly as the ganders, he scrambled to his
feet and started to run again. To avoid passing the cow, he turned in
another direction. This time, it happened to be the right one, and in a
few moments more he had dashed into the open. Then he saw that it was
not yet dark in the fields.
Mammy heard the sound of rapid running up the path, and came to the
door. John Jay dropped at her feet, trembling and cold, and so
frightened that he could only cling to her skirts, sobbing piteously.
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