` Ho ! how the weather-cock is roaring at the pitch of its voice , as if it had a fire inside it ! We are going to have a tempest , and must bring in the net . ' Both rose . The summer night was as dark as if it had been October , the weather-cock creaked , and the storm was raging in every direction . As they went out the sea lay around them as white as now , and the spray was dashing right over the fisher-hut . In all his life Matte had never remembered such a night . To launch the boat and put to sea to rescue the net was a thing not to be thought of . The fisherman and his wife stood aghast on the doorstep , holding on fast by the doorpost , while the foam splashed over their faces . ` Did I not tell thee that there is no luck in Sunday fishing ? ' said Matte sulkily ; and his wife was so frightened that she never even once thought of Ahti 's cows . As there was nothing to be done , they went in . Their eyes were heavy for lack of slumber , and they slept as soundly as if there had not been such a thing as an angry sea roaring furiously around their lonely dwelling . When they awoke , the sun was high in the heavens , the tempest had cased , and only the swell of the sea rose in silvery heavings against the red rock . ` What can that be ? ' said the old woman , as she peeped out of the door . ` It looks like a big seal , ' said Matte . ` As sure as I live , it 's a cow ! ' exclaimed Maie . And certainly it was a cow , a fine red cow , fat and flourishing , and looking as if it had been fed all its days on spinach .
It wandered peacefully up and down the shore , and never so much XXXXX even looked at the poor little tufts of grass , as if it despised such fare .
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