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took poor Tom and the thistle at one
mouthful. While the cow was chewing
the thistle, Tom was afraid of her great
teeth, which threatened to crush him in
pieces, and he roared out as loud as he
could—-“Mother, mother!"
“Where are you, Tommy, my dear
Tommy,?” said his mother.
“Here, mother," replied he, in the
red cow's mouth."
His mother began to cry and wring her
hands; but the cow, surprised at the odd
noise in her throat, opened her mouth,
and let Tom drop out. Fortunately his
mother caught him in her apron as he
was falling to the ground, or he would
have been dreadfully hurt. She then put
Tom in her bosom and ran home with
him.
Tom's father made him a whip of a
barley-straw to drive the cattle with, and
having one day gone into the fields, he
slipped a foot and rolled into the furrow.
A raven, which was flying over, picked
him up, and flew with him to the top of
a giant's castle that was near the sea-side,
and there left him.
Tom was in a dreadful state, and did
