When I was a child, I spent my summer holidays in the coury at my uncle’s farm, and had happy times with my two little cousins. One day we were out in the fields, when we heard a snort, and looking across the field, we saw a wild bull coming straight toward us. There was no house or help near, and I remember crying out in fear. My elder cousin kept very quiet and I noticed her lips moved. Turning round she said,
“Follow me!” and we crept up, the side of a rock into a crevice, from which we heard the wild animal rush past, and where we remained for a long while, till danger was over. When we got to our little room I asked cousin Annie what she was saying when the wild bull was cong along.
“I was repeating a text I learned last Sunday, “‘Thou art my hiding place,’ and had no sooner done so, then I remembered the hole in the rock behind us.”
ML 03/14/1943