And in a little while the city of Brindāban thrived, and a city of plenty it was to all who therein lived.
But as time went on, even here the dread calamities seemed to follow the boy Krishna. For an Asura, sent by Kangsa, assumed the form of a calf, and strayed among the calves, hoping thus to elude the eye of the Child and perhaps take Him unawares.
But hardly had he mixed with the herds when Krishna pointed him out and strode to where the calf was grazing. With easy grace He lifted him by the hind legs and twirled him high in the air, till lifeless the Asura was.
Then, 'midst the shouts of the cowherd boys and companions, He lifted His face to the skies, which opened wide to His smiling eye.
CHAPTER XII.
In the morn of summer, early, even before the sun yet bathed the world with its golden warmth, the companions of Krishna, aroused from their slumber by the lowing of the cows, would gather about the house of Nanda and wait for Krishna to come from His bed and go with them to the forest to tend the cows and while away the sweet hours of long summer days with sporting and tales and long rambles together.
And oft, as they waited about the gates of the palace, Yasodā would speak to the waiting boys:
"Ye children! my Krishna has not yet opened His eyes to the light of the day; His sleep is sound, nor will I wake Him, till of His own will He comes from His bed; so go with the cows and leave Him to me."
But the boys would not stir, but would still wait His coming.
But the joy left their eyes, because of their longing to look at the Boy who was Love.