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THE BRAVE SWISS BOY. I.-THE SWISS PEASANT AND HIS SON. The first beams of the morning sun were tipping with fire the jagged and icy peaks of the Wellhorn and Matterhorn, those gigantic monarchs of the Bernese Oberland, when a slender youth came out to the door of a small herdsman’s cottage near Meyringen, and looked up at the sky to note the weather. “We shall have a splendid day, father,” said he, after glancing all around for a few minutes. “There isn’t a cloud to be seen, and the fir-trees sparkle like silver in the morning air.” “I am glad to hear it, Walter,” replied a powerful voice from inside the cottage, “for I must cross the hill to Grindelwald to-day to see my cousin. It is a long journey, and much pleasanter in fine weather than in rain and fog. You can let out the goats, and look after the cow, for we must milk them before I go.” “Oh, Liesli is not far off,” was the rejoinder; “I see her coming along; she is passing Frieshardt’s house now. She is a good cow, and always knows when it’s milking-time. But what is that?” he exclaimed, after a short pause. “Frieshardt is driving her into his yard!-Hi, neighbor! what are you doing? Don’t you know whom that cow belongs to?” “Yes, of course I do,” replied the farmer, roughly. “But I’ve taken a fancy to the cow, and mean to keep her. You can tell your father that, if you like, and say that if he wants her he can come and fetch her.” “Father! father!” cried the boy, turning round, “Neighbor Frieshardt has taken our cow away. Come and get her back.” Obeying his son’s call, Toni Hirzel hastened out of the cottage just in time to see his neighbor locking the byre upon Liesli, the only cow he possessed. “Oho, my friend,” he exclaimed, “what is the meaning of this?”
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