"We do not err, we think, in calling this one of his masterpieces, in which we have his art at its best."--N. Y. Evening Post.
"In every sense one of his best works.... It is evident throughout, that he has neither 'written out,' nor lost the vein of originality and freshness which give such a charm to his books."--Boston Post.
the porch that led to the yard, called to Tobias to take the prize cow also to the fair. "Father," called a strong girlish voice from the chamber window over the door, "Father, do you mean to sell the prize cow too?"
Landolin half-turned his head, and looked toward the window, but seemed to think a reply unnecessary.
He called to the servant not to forget to stop at the "Sword."
The oxen were led out. They moved as though half asleep, then stopped and looked around, as if bidding farewell to the farm-yard. A splendid cow followed--she was of Simmenthaler stock, but raised here on the farm. The cow's eyes glistened as though she were conscious that she had taken the first prize at the last agricultural fair.
Landolin went down the broad stone steps into the yard, and stood balancing himself first on one foot, then on the other, surveying with great satisfaction the animals and the comfortable appointments of his house.
"Good morning, father!" called the same strong, girlish