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He strode off into the steep woodland path that clothed the hill
side, and Steadfast looked after him, and felt more utterly deserted
than before. Then he looked up to the sky, and tried to remember
what was the promise to the fatherless children. That made him
wonder whether the Bible and Prayer-book had been burnt, and then his
morning's duty of providing milk for the little ones' breakfast
pressed upon him. He took up a pail of Mrs. Blane's which he thought
he might borrow and went off in search of the cows. So, murmuring
the Lord's Prayer as he walked, and making the resolution not to be
dragged away from his trust in the cavern, nor to forsake his little
sister--he heard the lowing of the cows as he went over the hill, and
found them standing at the gate of the fold yard, waiting to be eased
of their milk. Poor creatures, they seemed so glad to welcome him
that it was the first thing that brought tears to his eyes, and they
came with such a rush that he had much ado to keep them from dropping
into the pail as he leant his head against Croppie's ruddy side.
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