“I know, it’s the baby grouse,” said Katy.
“Yes,” said Captain Clarke, “I think the baby grouse have rather taken the zip out of it for all of us.”
The moon was just peeping above the tree tops as they crossed the home ford. A huge grotesque shadow of the horses and wagon with its load, was 122reflected upon the silvered surface of a deep pool just beyond the ripples where they had stopped to let the horses drink. The blacks having satisfied their thirst, began to dash the water about with their hoofs.
“They love it, don’t they?” Katy watched them.
“Yes,” said the Captain thoughtfully, “I guess every living thing enjoys this beautiful world of ours–when it is given the chance.”
