Remembering that horses, when rolling, sometimes get cast in hollows between knolls, we searched the entire clearing, and even looked into the old barn, the door of which stood slightly ajar; but we found no trace of the missing animals and began to believe that they really had jumped out.
We gave the seven colts their salt and were about to start home to report to the old Squire when Ellen remarked that we had not actually looked among the alders down by the brook, where the colts went for water.
"Oh, but those colts would not stay down there by themselves all this time with us calling them!" Addison exclaimed.
"But let's just take a look, to be certain," Ellen replied, and she and I ran down there.
We had no more than pushed our way through the alder clumps when two crows rose silently and went flapping away; and then I caught sight of something that made me stop short: the body of one of the Morgan colts--our Lib--lying close to the brook! "Oh!" gasped Ellen.

"It's dead!" Pushing on through the alders, we saw one of the Percherons near the Morgan.

The sight affected Ellen so much that she turned back; but I went on and a little farther up the brook found the sorrel lying stark and stiff.
A moment later Ellen returned, with Addison and Theodora.

Both girls were moved to tears as they gazed at poor Sylph; they felt even worse about her than about our own Morgan.
"Oh, what will Mrs.Kennard say ?" Ellen cried.

"How dreadfully she will feel!" Addison closely examined the bodies of the colts.