The Cattle Awakening. 



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simple or trusting run the risk of being exterminated. 

 Many localities have already been almost cleared of 

 goldfinches and bullfinches, though just here happily 

 the former abound. 



By the time the sun shows above the horizon — 

 suffusing the eastern clouds with glory, and running 

 streaks like long fiery fingers across the sky, and 

 repeating in every tree and shrub that lies between 

 him and you the veritable vision of the burning-bush, 

 rose and saffron hues melting softly into one flush all 



over the eastern -sky up to mid-heaven — the cattle in 

 the meadows begin to move, and emerging from the 

 sheltered corners of the fields, in which, like dark 

 formless heaps, they had lain all night, begin to whisk 

 their tails about in an intermittent leisurely way, which 

 tells that already some not quite so beneficent insects 

 as bees are busy also, and are quite as industrious and 

 methodical, if not so lovable, as bees. 



In some of the lower hollows the clouds of mist have 

 hovered close upon the ground; you can almost see 

 them, as it were, fold in and in, and finally disappear 

 like smoke before the full-faced glance of the sun. 



