90 MODERN MILK GOATS 



little doe is on her feet. Swaying, staggering, crying 

 shrilly, she starts on her tour of exploration, butting with 

 such vigor as she goes that every second step she knocks 

 herself sprawling on the fern, only to sway again to her 

 uncertain footing and the pursuit of her goal. At last 

 she triumphs. With infinite courage and patience she 

 makes connections, and the first wonderful swig of milk 

 is accomplished. With many a butt, and consequent 

 tumble, and determined renewal, she makes a meal of it 

 finally, curls up in the sun, and, dry and warm and full, 

 she goes to sleep. 



"What of little brother all this tinie? His mother has 

 been busily drying him, and he has lain crying feebly 

 and squirming about during the process. Now he, too, 

 essays his feet, sways and totters, and starts in his turn 

 the hunt for dinner. But by this time the sun is high 

 and mother doe has had not a mouthful to eat this day. 

 She stretches herself, yawns, and with a last sniff at both 

 babies, she lea\ es the nest to find some dinner for herself. 

 Little brother wails hungrily, stumbles over his sleeping 

 sister, and cuddles down, forgetting in sleep his empty 

 stomach. In an hour or so the mother is back. The doe 

 kid, strengthened by her sleep and her well digested 

 dinner, is instantly on her feet, making straight for her 

 mother's bag, where once more she sucks away until she 

 is as full as she can hold. But the little buck has his 



