164 A MONTH IN THE FORESTS OF FRANCE. 



** Ah, ha ! " I thought, very sleepily to myself, 

 " Master Jules, I ^m down upon the trick ; you don 't 

 get me up to look out of the window ! You 've done 

 the calf very well ; but I can 't say much for your 

 wolves." 



Having pronounced this sage judgment to myself, 

 I turned round, pulled the bedclothes well over my 

 ears, and fell fast asleep. 



Before I was up on the following morning, Jules 

 burst into my room with the following announce- 

 ment. " The wolves attacked the calves in front of 

 your window last night, and have bitten four of them 

 severely : had we any hounds fit to go, we might lay 

 them on the drag and hunt up to them." 



" You don't mean that, my dear fellow ; and I 

 lay here comfortably in bed, thinking it was you. 

 I heard the calves and the wolves so distinctly that I 

 thought the noise came from one of the windows on 

 this side the chateau." 



It seemed that the calves had been left out in a 

 meadow apart from the cows and oxen (a thing 

 which ought never to be done), so the wolves had 

 taken that opportunity of running a raid on the veal. 

 They had been disturbed, however, from the cries 

 of the calves reaching the farm-house, whence the 

 people sallied forth and drove them away. On 



