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found her perched on the fence, screaming with 

 delight over the astounding gambols of the band 

 of young lambs. She was quite uncomprehending 

 of any alarm on her account. The cow-yard was 

 between the house and the sheep-yards; she could 

 not have crossed the first, with its forty head of 

 cattle; how had she reached the second? The 

 only statement made was one to which she stoutly 

 adhered: "The chickens showed me the way." 

 This was an incident never likely to be forgotten, 

 especially by a father who had been led into 

 strange regions by feathered things. 



What a weird and wonderful pathway it has 

 been, invisible except as indicated by fluttering 

 wings, every future step hedged about and im- 

 penetrable, the past shining, sun-kissed, golden. 

 Little did the bare-footed boy realize when he 

 stepped into that first soft moist furrow that he 

 had started on a life journey over that hidden 

 pathway that no fowl knoweth and which the Vul- 

 ture's eye had not seen. I saw a picture the other 

 day of an enormous Spider's Web catching and 

 holding little creatures and letting the big ones 

 escape. What are big and what are little? Does 

 size indicate values? We need a revaluation. A 

 little peach is of more value than a big turnip. 

 A golden apple than a golden pumpkin. A tiny 

 diamond than a great boulder. I am so afraid 

 that we cannot get together on the matter of 



