"I do believe," thought Cadmus, "that this may be the cow that was foretold me.
Whether it were the oracular cow or some other one, it did not seem reasonable that she should travel a great way farther.
"O brindled cow," cried he, in a tone of despair, "do you never mean to stop?"
Several persons who happened to see the brindled cow, and Cadmus following behind, began to trudge after her, precisely as he did.
"I am pretty well acquainted with the ways of cattle, and I never knew a cow, of her own accord, to go so far without stopping.
The secret of it was, you must know, that the cow was an enchanted cow, and that, without their being conscious of it, she threw some of her enchantment over everybody that took so much as half a dozen steps behind her.
There were also pretty little barns, with china fences around them; and many cows
and sheep and horses and pigs and chickens, all made of china, were standing about in groups.
No one but a sea cow or a seal would have dreamed of there being such a place, and when he looked back at the cliffs even Kotick could hardly believe that he had been under them.
A week later he and his army (nearly ten thousand holluschickie and old seals) went away north to the Sea Cow's tunnel, Kotick leading them, and the seals that stayed at Novastoshnah called them idiots.
The sea cows went on schlooping and grazing and chumping in the weed, and Kotick asked them questions in every language that he had picked up in his travels; and the Sea People talk nearly as many languages as human beings.
The sea cows had separated and were browsing lazily along the edges of the finest beaches that Kotick had ever seen.
Long thatched sheds stretched round the enclosure, their slopes encrusted with vivid green moss, and their eaves supported by wooden posts rubbed to a glossy smoothness by the flanks of infinite cows
and calves of bygone years, now passed to an oblivion almost inconceivable in its profundity.