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Chloe took very naturally to this kind of life. 

 At first I had to go with her a few times and pilot 

 her to the nearest commons, and then left her to 

 her own wit, which never failed her. What adven- 

 tures she had, what acquaintances she made, how 

 far she wandered, I never knew. I never came 

 across her in my walks or rambles. Indeed, on 

 several occasions I thought I would look her up and 

 see her feeding in national pastures, but I never 

 could find her. There were plenty of cows, but 

 they were all strangers. But punctually, between 

 four and five o'clock in the afternoon, her white 

 horns would be seen tossing above the gate and her 

 impatient low be heard. Sometimes, when I turned 

 her forth in the morning, she would pause and ap- 

 parently consider which way she would go. Should 

 she go toward Kendall Green to-day, or follow the 

 Tiber, or over by the Big Spring, or out around 

 Lincoln Hospital 1 She seldom reached a conclusion 

 till she had stretched forth her neck and blown a 

 blast on her trumpet that awoke the echoes in the 

 very lantern on the dome of the Capitol. Then, 

 after one or two licks, she would disappear around 

 the corner. Later in the season, when the grass 

 was parched or poor on the commons, and the corn 

 and cabbage tempting in the garden, Chloe was loath 

 to depart in the morning, and her deliberations were 

 longer than ever, and very often I had to aid her in 

 coming to a decision. 



For two summers she was a wellspring of pleas- 

 ure and profit in my farm of one acre, when, in an 



