“I could see nothing, so I ran up to the others, and I caught sight of him; he was frightful and weird-looking; he was a big black shepherd’s dog with long hair and a wolf’s head, standing just within the gleam of light cast by our lantern on the snow.  He did not move; he was silently watching us.

“My uncle said:  ’That’s peculiar, he is neither advancing nor retreating.  I feel like taking a shot at him.’

“My father answered in a firm voice:  ‘No, we must capture him.’

“Then my brother Jacques added:  ’But he is not alone.  There is something behind him.”

“There was indeed something behind him, something gray, impossible to distinguish.  We started out again cautiously.  When he saw us approaching the dog sat down.  He did not look wicked.  Instead, he seemed pleased at having been able to attract the attention of some one.

“My father went straight to him and petted him.  The dog licked his hands.  We saw that he was tied to the wheel of a little carriage, a sort of toy carriage entirely wrapped up in three or four woolen blankets.  We carefully took off these coverings, and as Baptiste approached his lantern to the front of this little vehicle, which looked like a rolling kennel, we saw in it a little baby sleeping peacefully.

“We were so astonished that we couldn’t speak.

“My father was the first to collect his wits, and as he had a warm heart and a broad mind, he stretched his hand over the roof of the carriage and said:  ‘Poor little waif, you shall be one of us!’ And he ordered my brother Jacques to roll the foundling ahead of us.  Thinking out loud, my father continued: 

“’Some child of love whose poor mother rang at my door on this night of Epiphany in memory of the Child of God.’

“He once more stopped and called at the top of his lungs through the night to the four corners of the heavens:  ‘We have found it!’ Then, putting his hand on his brother’s shoulder, he murmured:  ’What if you had shot the dog, Francois?’

“My uncle did not answer, but in the darkness he crossed himself, for, notwithstanding his blustering manner, he was very religious.

“The dog, which had been untied, was following us.

“Ah!  But you should have seen us when we got to the house!  At first we had a lot of trouble in getting the carriage up through the winding stairway; but we succeeded and even rolled it into the vestibule.

“How funny mamma was!  How happy and astonished!  And my four little cousins (the youngest was only six), they looked like four chickens around a nest.  At last we took the child from the carriage.  It was still sleeping.  It was a girl about six weeks old.  In its clothes we found ten thousand francs in gold, yes, my boy, ten thousand francs!—­which papa saved for her dowry.  Therefore, it was not a child of poor people, but, perhaps, the child of some nobleman and a little bourgeoise of the town—­or again—­we made a thousand suppositions, but we never found out anything-never the slightest clue.  The dog himself was recognized by no one.  He was a stranger in the country.  At any rate, the person who rang three times at our door must have known my parents well, to have chosen them thus.