Gipsy Mother and Babe. 25 



taking it all as a capital good show got up for 

 its special amusement. I am glad to say that 

 no harm came to that gipsy babe. 



At last the deer shook himself free from 

 the rags of the wrecked tent, kicked the last 

 remnants of the old man's fiddle from his cloof , 

 and bounding out, for the first time became 

 aware of the distracted mother. With a shake 

 of his head he was after her, and she ran for 

 her life to the caravan. Of course the deer 

 won, and put his forelegs over her shoulders 

 just as she was scrambling, half dead with 

 fright, up the steps of the caravan. 



The governor succeeded at last in getting 

 him away before any further damage was done, 

 and as neither the mother nor child was hurt, 

 and a sovereign stoj^ped the gipsy's lamenta- 

 tions on the subject of his favourite fiddle, 

 here was another case of " All's well that ends 

 well." 



But after that day, no matter where that 

 deer was, nor how near the hounds were to 

 him, if ever he got sight of a woman he would 

 always make straight for her, and would 



