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Updated: May 8, 2025
The luggage was at last reduced to a small leather handbag; and the Goat-mother, after solemnly bestowing her blessing on Lizbet and Lénora, and the door-key on the Stein-bok, set off down the garden path with her children, upon their adventures. Meanwhile, the Goat-father was languishing in a dark shed attached to the Inn on the other side of the Glacier.
"You might look at the place and see if you can find a crack anywhere," whispered the Goat-father. The Lieutenant and his followers walked slowly round the house, examining it at every point; but it was all built of strong tree trunks tanned brown by the sunshine. Suddenly his eye lighted upon a small window.
He's a good-natured creature, too, and I daresay he'll go to oblige me." The Goat-father pulled a band and buckle off his necktie, and poked it under the door. "Not to eat!" he whispered warningly, "but for the fox to take with him, that my wife may know the message comes from me; and be quick about it, my good friend, for I really am positively starving!"
His bleats had failed to attract any attention. In fact the only person who had heard him at all, had been an old Goat-slave, who while browsing on the hillside with a bell round his neck, had been attracted by the cries, and creeping up to the shed, peeped through a crack to see what could be the matter. "Is there anyone near?" enquired the Goat-father in a whisper. "No.
The Goat-father groaned. "Then it wouldn't be possible for you to take a message to my family?" "Quite impossible, my dear friend, I assure you. Can't you find any crack in the shed where you could break through?" "There's nothing," cried the Goat-father. "I've searched round and round, and the door is as strong and tight as a prison."
The Goat-father had gone off by himself to get some provisions at a village on the opposite side of the Glacier, and Heinrich and Pyto were digging in the fields at the back of the Châlet; when the Stein-bok, in his well-known brown cloth coat, appeared panting up the narrow pathway.
"It would be acceptable, ma'am, and then I will tell you my news. You've heard nothing of the Goat-father, have you?" "Nothing," said the Goat-mother. "I am beginning to feel very nervous. I never knew him to stay away two days before." The Stein-bok looked round darkly. "I have something to tell you," he whispered. "Prepare for bad news. The Goat-father has been captured."
"I'm a little afraid, for I know I should fall heavy!" said the Goat-father, in a quavering voice; but he did as he was told, and shutting his eyes firmly, he slipped from the window-sill and fell with a heavy flop into the arms waiting to receive him.
"All right," said the old Goat, "I'll send the fox off, and come back in a few minutes to bring you some stale cabbage leaves." "A friend in need, is a friend indeed!" murmured the Goat-father; and went to sleep that night with more hope than he had felt since the moment of his capture.
As it is, I am forced to make use of oyster shells and the flower pot, though it's very much against my principles." "Hush!" said the Goat-father, "there's someone knocking!" There was indeed a hurried rapping at the door, and one of the Watch-Goats put in his head to say that the band of Chamois were seen advancing towards the Châlet.
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