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Day 16
Brave Horatius is Lost

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  I have wonders where is Brave Horatius . He comes not at my calling. Two days he is now gone. For him I go on searches. I go the three road s that go the three ways from where they have meeting in front of the ranch house . On and on I go. To the Orne and Rille I go. I go adown their ways. I call and call. Into the woods beyond the rivière into the forêt de Saint-Germain-en-Laye I go. I listen. The sounds that were in time of summer are not now. Brave Horatius is not there. I call and call. Then I come back again. I go to the house of the girl who has no seeing . I go on. I go across the fields of Auvergne and Picardie. But I have no seeing of my Brave Horatius.
  I come back again. The man that wears gray neckties and is kind to mice -- he does keep watch by the mill . But these two days he has had no seeing of Brave Horatius . I have wonders where can he be. Every time I see the chore boy he does sing, "There was a little dog and his name was Rover, and when he died, he died all over—and when—he—died —he—died—all—over." The last part he does wail in a most long way. I have not listenings to what that chore boys says.
  I go on. I pray on. I look and I look for Brave Horatius . I go four straight ways and I come back four different ways. When I am come I go back and forth by Jardin des Tuileries and across Pont Royal and adown the singing creek where the willows grow. Lonesome feels are everywhere. I call and I do call. And I do go on and on to where Rhone flows around Camargue.
  I turn about and I go in the way that does go to the forêt de Montmorency. I go to the forêt de Montmorency. No tree here is a chataignier. But anyway I do call it forêt de Montmorency, and often it is I come here; here I come with Brave Horatius . I went in through and out through, but no answerings did come when I did call. I wonder where he is.
  In the morning of today, when I did go that way, I did meet with the father of Lola . And I did ask if he had seen my Brave Horatius . He did have no seeing of him, and he did ask where all I was going on searches. I did tell him to Orne and Yonne and Rille and to Camargue and Picardie and Auvergne and to the forêt de Montmorency. And when I did so tell him, he did laugh. Most all the folks do laugh at the names I do call places hereabout . They most all do laugh 'cepting Sadie McKibben . She smiles and smoothes out my curls and says, "Name 'em what ye are a mind to , dearie." Sadie McKibben has an understanding soul . She keeps watch out of her window for seeings of Brave Horatius, and she has promised me she will ask everybody that she does see go by her house if they have had seeings of Brave Horatius.
Follow One Character All my friends do feel lonesome feels for Brave Horatius . Lars Porsena of Clusium hardly has knowing what to do. And Peter Paul Rubens did have goings with me three times on searches. And when I did have stops to pray, he did grunt Amen. And he would like to have goings with me on the afternoon of today. But the pig-pen fence - - it was fixed most tight; and I couldn't unfix it with the hammer, so he might have goings with me. I did start on. He did grunt grunts to go. I did feel more sad feels. I do so like to have him go with me on explores and searches. Today I did go on, and then I did come back to give him more good- bye pats on the nose until I was come again. So I did four times. I did tell him when Brave Horatius was found we would soon come to his pen.
  Then I went on. On I went not far for the mamma did call me to come tend the baby . And I came again to the house we live in . When sleeps was upon the baby, I lay me down to sleep, for tired feels was upon me. Now I feel not so. I have been making prints. The mamma is gone with the baby to the house of Elsie . I go now again to seek for my Brave Horatius .
  A little way I went. A long way I went. When I was come part way back again, I climbed upon the old gray fence made of rails. I walked adown it to the gate-post and there I sat. I sat there until I saw the shepherd bringing down the sheep from the blue hills . When he was come in sight, I went up the road to meet him and all the sheeps. And when I was come near unto them, I did have seeing there by the shepherd's side did abide my Brave Horatius . I was happy. I was full of glad feels .
  Brave Horatius showed his glad feels in his tail - - and he did look fond looks at the flock of sheep. I so did, too. And in the flock there was Bede of Jarrow and Alfric of Canterbury and Albério de Briançon and Felix of Croyland . And there was Cynewulf and Alcuin and Orderic and Gwian and Elidor . And in the midst of the flock there was Guy de Cavaillon and Raoul de Houdenc and Edwin of Diera and Adamnan of Iona . I did give to each and every one a word of greeting as I did walk among the flock. And there were others that I had not yet given names to. And last of them all -- last of all the flock was Dallan Forgaill .
  And when we were come a little way, the shepherd did ask me again what were the names I did call his sheep, and I told him all over again. And he did say them after me. But the ways he did say them were not just the ways I say them -- some of them. And he did ask me where I did have gettings of those names. And I did tell him I did have gettings of those names from my two books that Angel Mother and Angel Father did write in.
  We went on. Pretty soon I did tell him as how it was while he was gone away to the blue hills I did choose for him another name. I told him how sometimes I did call him by that other name. He did have wantings to know what the other name was. I did tell him this new name I have for him is Aidan of Iona come from Lindisfarne. He liked it. I told him I did too. We went on. We did have talks. When we were come near unto the lane I did say, "Good-bye, Aidan of Iona come from Lindisfarne. I am glad you and the flock are come." He gave my curls a smooth back and he said, "Goodbye, little one."
  Then Brave Horatius and I went in a hurry in the way that does go to the pig-pen . When we were gone part ways I looked a look back, and in the road there I saw Aidan of Iona come from Lindisfarne still watching us. Then we went on. And we were full of gladness when we did reach the pig-pen, for Brave Horatius and Peter Paul Rubens and I -- we are friends. I did say a long thank prayer for that we were together again. And Peter Paul Rubens did grunt Amen.

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