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the loud scream which Proserpina gave； just when the chariot was out of sight。
Of all the child's outcries； this last shriek was the only one that reached the ears of Mother Ceres。 She had mistaken the rumbling of the chariot wheels for a peal of thunder； and imagined that a shower was coming up； and that it would assist her in making the corn grow。 But； at the sound of Proserpina's shriek； she started； and looked about in every direction； not knowing whence it came； but feeling almost certain that it was her daughter's voice。 It seemed so unaccountable； however； that the girl should have strayed over so many lands and seas （which she herself could not have traversed without the aid of her winged dragons）； that the good Ceres tried to believe that it must be the child of some other parent； and not her own darling Proserpina； who had uttered this lamentable cry。 Nevertheless； it troubled her with a vast many tender fears； such as are ready to bestir themselves in every mother's heart； when she finds it necessary to go away from her dear children without leaving them under the care of some maiden aunt； or other such faithful guardian。 So she quickly left the field in which she had been so busy； and； as her work was not half done； the grain looked； next day； as if it needed both sun and rain； and as if it were blighted in the ear； and had something the matter with its roots。
The pair of dragons must have had very nimble wings； for； in less than an hour； Mother Ceres had alighted at the door of her home； and found it empty。 Knowing； however； that the child was fond of sporting on the sea…shore； she hastened thither as fast as she could； and there beheld the wet faces of the poor sea nymphs peeping over a wave。 All this while； the good creatures had been waiting on the bank of sponge； and once； every half minute or so； had popped up their four heads above water； to see if their playmate were yet coming back。 When they saw Mother Ceres； they sat down on the crest of the surf wave； and let it toss them ashore at her feet。
〃Where is Proserpina？〃 cried Ceres。 〃Where is my child？ Tell me； you naughty sea nymphs； have you enticed her under the sea？〃
〃O； no； good Mother Ceres；〃 said the innocent sea nymphs； tossing back their green ringlets； and looking her in the face。 〃We never should dream of such a thing。 Proserpina has been at play with us； it is true； but she left us a long while ago； meaning only to run a little way upon the dry land； and gather some flowers for a wreath。 This was early in the day； and we have seen nothing of her since。〃
Ceres scarcely waited to hear what the nymphs had to say； before she hurried off to make inquiries all through the neighborhood。 But nobody told her anything that would enable the poor mother to guess what had become of Proserpina。 A fisherman； it is true； had noticed her little footprints in the sand； as he went homeward along the beach with a basket of fish； a rustic had seen the child stooping to gather flowers； several persons had heard either the rattling of chariot wheels； or the rumbling of distant thunder； and one old woman； while plucking vervain and catnip； had heard a scream； but supposed it to be some childish nonsense； and therefore did not take the trouble to look up。 The stupid people！ It took them such a tedious while to tell the nothing that they knew； that it was dark night before Mother Ceres found out that she must seek her daughter elsewhere。 So she lighted a torch； and set forth； resolving never to come back until Proserpina was discovered。
In her haste and trouble of mind； she quite forgot her car and the winged dragons； or； it may be； she thought that she could follow up the search more thoroughly on foot。 At all events； this was the way in which she began her sorrowful journey； holding her torch before her； and looking carefully at every object along the path。 And as it happened； she had not gone far before she found one of the magnificent flowers which grew on the shrub that Proserpina had pulled up。
〃Ha！〃 thought Mother Ceres； examining it by torchlight。 〃Here is mischief in this flower！ The earth did not produce it by any help of mine； nor of its own accord。 It is the work of enchantment； and is therefore poisonous； and perhaps it has poisoned my poor child。〃
But she put the poisonous flower in her bosom； not knowing whether she might ever find any other memorial of Proserpina。
All night long； at the door of every cottage and farm…house； Ceres knocked； and called up the weary laborers to inquire if they had seen her child； and they stood； gaping and half… asleep； at the threshold； and answered her pityingly； and besought her to come in and rest。 At the portal of every palace； too； she made so loud a summons that the menials hurried to throw open the gate； thinking that it must be some great king or queen； who would demand a banquet for supper and a stately chamber to repose in。 And when they saw only a sad and anxious woman； with a torch in her hand and a wreath of withered poppies on her head； they spoke rudely； and sometimes threatened to set the dogs upon her。 But nobody had seen Proserpina； nor could give Mother Ceres the least hint which way to seek her。 Thus passed the night； and still she continued her search without sitting down to rest； or stopping to take food； or even remembering to put out the torch although first the rosy dawn； and then the glad light of the morning sun； made its red flame look thin and pale。 But I wonder what sort of stuff this torch was made of； for it burned dimly through the day； and； at night； was as bright as ever； and never was extinguished by the rain or wind； in all the weary days and nights while Ceres was seeking for Proserpina。
It was not merely of human beings that she asked tidings of her daughter。 In the woods and by the streams； she met creatures of another nature； who used； in those old times； to haunt the pleasant and solitary places； and were very sociable with persons who understood their language and customs； as Mother Ceres did。 Sometimes； for instance； she tapped with her finger against the knotted trunk of a majestic oak； and immediately its rude bark would cleave asunder； and forth would step a beautiful maiden； who was the hamadryad of the oak； dwelling inside of it； and sharing its long life； and rejoicing when its green leaves sported with the breeze。 But not one of these leafy damsels had seen Proserpina。 Then； going a little farther； Ceres would； perhaps； come to a fountain； gushing out of a pebbly hollow in the earth； and would dabble with her hand in the water。 Behold； up through its sandy and pebbly bed； along with the fountain's gush； a young woman with dripping hair would arise； and stand gazing at Mother Ceres； half out of the water； and undulating up and down with its ever… restless motion。 But when the mother asked whether her poor lost child had stopped to drink out of the fountain； the naiad； with weeping eyes （for these water…nymphs had tears to spare for everybody's grief； would answer 〃No！〃 in a murmuring voice； which was just like the murmur of the stream。
Often； likewise； she encountered fauns； who looked like sunburnt country people； except that they had hairy ears； and little horns upon their foreheads； and the hinder legs of goats； on which they gamboled merrily about the woods and fields。 They were a frolicsome kind of creature but grew as sad as their cheerful dispositions would allow； when Ceres inquired for her daughter； and they had no good news to tell。 But sometimes she same suddenly upon a rude gang of satyrs； who had faces like monkeys； and horses' tails behind them； and who were generally dancing in a very boisterous manner； with shouts of noisy laughter。 When she stopped to question them； they would only laugh the louder； and make new merriment out of the lone woman's distress。 How unkind of those ugly satyrs！ And once； while crossing a solitary sheep pasture； she saw a personage named Pan； seated at the foot of a tall rock； and making music on a shepherd's flute。 He； too； had horns； and hairy ears； and goats' feet； but； being acquainted with Mother Ceres； he answered her question as civilly as he knew how； and invited her to taste some milk and honey out of