was followed by violent pain inside and spasmodic twitching.
Then, the fact came to Redcoat that it was the meat which was making him sick. His enemy man had done some terrible thing to him. If he could only get rid of the meat. He knew a plant somewhere which would cause him to vomit. If he could only find it and eat some of the leaves. Ordinarily he knew where it was but now his wits seemed to forsake him. Up and down he raced, searching madly for the plant, and all the time his sickness grew upon him. His plight was getting desperate. He was becoming so dizzy he could hardly stand. Something must be done and that quickly. Then the wood nymph, that guardian angel who protects and shelters the wild creatures, must have come to his assistance, because of a sudden he remembered an old remedy that he had often used. He was standing knee deep in cut grass and he began breaking off the tips and eating them ravenously. Mouthful after mouthful he gulped down, and the tickling of the cut grass in his throat
