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Show SILVERHORNS a few clouds floating by. Billy called, and called, and called again. The air grew colder and colder; light frost on the meadow-grass ; our teeth were chattering, fingers numb. "Then we heard a bull give a short bawl, away off to the southward. Presently we could hear his horns knock against the trees, far up on the hill. McDonald whispered, 'He's comin',' and Billy gave another call. "But it was another bull that answered, back of the north end of the pond, and pretty soon we could hear him rapping along through the woods. Then everything was still. 'Call agen,' says McDonald, and Billy called again. "This time the bawl came from another bull, on top of the western hill, straight across the pond. It seemed .to start up the other two bulls, and we could hear all three of them thrashing along, as fast as they could come, towards the pond. 'Call agen, a wee one,' says McDonald, trembling with joy. And Billy called a little, seducing call, with two grunts at the end. "Well, sir, at that, a cow and a calf came rushing 206 " Billy began to call, and it was beautiful'' |