m MODERN MILK GOATS 



good spring feed is wearing thin, and all must eat. Our 

 doe joins the band, and her twins, following the band, 

 rollicking and romping with the other kids, nibbling a 

 little here and there at the tender grass and shoots, find 

 themselves two very weary babies when night falls, and 

 they cuddle up under the lee of their mother's back. But 

 little sister, always a wee bit stouter and fuller of milk 

 than the buck, thrives and grows hardy under the strain 

 of the long day's march. One day the feed the herd 

 encounters is sparser than usual. They travel farther. 

 The kids cease their romping and follow wearily. In 

 the late afternoon, when all halt to browse on a promis- 

 ing hillside, our little kids, foredone with the long travel, 

 curl up in the sun and go to sleep. Presently the sun 

 sets. The herd moves. Little sister,, refreshed and alert, 

 is awakened by the chill and the moving goats, springs 

 to her feet and scampers in search of her mother, who 

 answers her shrill cries until they find each other and 

 follow on with the band. But little brother, whose 

 stomach was not so full that day, nor his legs so steady, 

 sleeps on in exhausted weariness. ^^Hien at last he 

 wakens in the darkness, his little wailing cry is answered 

 by a long drawn howl, and a dark, silent shape comes 

 swiftly through the brush. 



" The old doe and her kid live on through the sunny 

 spring days, and each day the little one spends less time 



