hink that the Pope had more
cannon than any one else in the world?

"Hush, Karlie boy! keep still. Do you hear something?"

Yes, it was cow-bells. Oh, perhaps Kaspar's bull was coming, that awful
bull. "Oh, hurry, hurry, Karlie boy!" We dashed ahead, over branches and
mounds; we ran and ran; I stopped and listened, scarcely breathing.

"Do you hear it, Karlie boy?"

Yes, the cow-bells sounded loud and clear through the silence. Well,
anyway, we should soon be out of the forest--I thought I knew where we
were now.

"Run, Karlie boy! Run, run." There now! There was an opening in the
forest! We rushed forward; but just imagine! We were in that little open
place again,--there where everything was so horrid, where the great
split tree-trunks lay in the swampy moss,--just where I had begun to
have that shivery fear deep down inside of me. We had walked round and
round in a circle.

And there were the cows! Beyond where the trees were close together, I
saw a black cow that lifted its head and sniffed at us; and other cows,
many cows,--and oh! there was Kaspar's bull!

I was wild with fright; probably it was then that I threw away my
basket, for I saw it no more. Over hillocks and moss, through bushes and
thickets, I dragged Karl--who was now pale as death, with big wide open
staring eyes, and utterly silent.

The whole herd was after us, now at a slow trot, now leaping; the bull
was ahead and gave a short, low roar from time to time. Oh! oh! What
should we do! Oh! Karl, Karl!----

We had nowhere to turn and no one to help us. What should we do? Then I
prayed--not aloud, but oh, how earnestly! And suddenly I saw that there
was a rock just beyond us--an enormous moss-grown rock. Thither we
rushed. I tore myself on the bushes till I bled. I fell, but rushed on
again till we reached the rock; then I climbed up, gripped tight with
hand and feet, hauled Karl up after me, higher and higher up, as far as
we could get. The rock was perhaps two or three yards high. We were
saved from the bull. And it was God who had saved us, I was sure of
that. I had never seen that rock before anywhere in the forest.

The bull had made a great leap and stood just below us pawing the
ground, tail in the air. Oh, how he bellowed!

I held Karl in my arms. The bull could not reach us. He pawed the earth
so that moss and dirt rose in a whirl; he ran around the rock and
bellowed horribly, making as much noise as ten ordinary bulls would
make.