OUR RURAL DIVINITY 131 
Chloe took very naturally to this kind of life, 
At first I had to go with her a few times and pilot 
her to the nearest commons, and then left her to 
her own wit, which never failed her. What adven- 
tures she had, what acquaintances she made, how 
far she wandered, I never knew. I never came 
across her in my walks or rambles. Indeed, on 
several occasions I thought I would look her up and 
see her feeding in national pastures, but I never 
could find her. There were plenty of cows, but 
they were all strangers. But punctually, between 
four and five o’clock in the afternoon, her white 
horns would be seen tossing above the gate and her 
impatient low be heard. Sometimes, when I turned 
her forth in the morning, she would pause and ap- 
parently consider which way she would go. Should 
she go toward Kendall Green to-day, or follow the 
Tiber, or over by the Big Spring, or out around 
Lincoln Hospital? She seldom reached a conclusion 
till she had stretched forth her neck and blown a 
blast on her trumpet that awoke the echoes in the 
very lantern on the dome of the Capitol. Then, 
after one or two licks, she would disappear around 
the corner. Later in the season, when the grass 
was parched or poor on the commons, and the corn 
and cabbage tempting in the garden, Chloe was loath 
to depart in the morning, and her deliberations were 
longer than ever, and very often I had to aid her in 
coming to a decision. 
For two summers she was a wellspring of pleas- 
ure and profit in my farm of one acre, when, in an 
