with which he was well acquainted. Then he
danced, and then he sat down on a rock, and became
suddenly aware that there were other hearts there, close
beside him, as glad as his own. Another mother of the
Mustang Valley was rejoicing over a long-lost son.
Crusoe and his mother Fan were scampering round
each other in a manner that evinced powerfully the
strength of their mutual affection.
Talk of holding converse! Every hair on Crusoe's
body, every motion of his limbs, was eloquent with