be seen in the distance
across the meadows, full of assurance; but misfortunes began at once.
No sooner was he well in the first meadow than a flock of geese
suddenly appeared from nowhere and approached him. There is something
very horrid about the approach of a flock of geese. They are not really
dangerous, but they lower their heads and hiss and come on so steadily
and are so impossible to deal with. A dog can be hit with a stick; but
you can't hit a goose. There were no stones to throw, and the stupid,
angry birds came every moment nearer.

Gregory did not wish to go back, and did not want to appear frightened
in the eyes of the others, who were very likely watching, and he
therefore had nothing to do but run as fast as he could for the farther
gate and scramble over it.

Here he paused for a moment, to be in no way reassured by the sight,
much too near the path, of a number of bullocks. In the ordinary way
Gregory did not mind bullocks--did not, in fact, think about them--but
just now he was flustered and rather nervous. However, he walked
steadily forward and got safely past the first. Then, with his face
kept straight and brave, but his eye anxiously peering through the back
of his head to see what the first was doing, he approached the second
and got past that all right. But the third gave him a wild and, as it
seemed, furious look, and this turned him cold; and then he was
perfectly certain that he could feel the others close behind him
breathing hot on his neck, and once again he broke into a terrified
run, and so gained the next gate, over which he may be said to have
fallen rather than climbed.

On the other and safe side he paused again, and again looked for the
enemy. Seeing none, he once more started forward.

This was the last meadow, and the farm was at the end of it, and
Gregory was quite close to the farm, when suddenly there appeared,
right in his path, with a challenging tail in air, a large dog--a
collie.

Gregory stopped and the collie stopped, and the two looked at each
other carefully.

Gregory remembered all that he had ever heard about collies being
treacherous and fierce.

He advanced a step; the collie did not move.

He advanced another step; and then, to his horror, the collie began to
advance too, lifting his feet high and dangerously.

Gregory forced himself to say, "Good dog!" but the collie still
advanced.

Gregory said, "Poor fellow, then!" and the collie at once did some