guessthenitwassorryitevertookpeople’sham，andtheirgreens，andtheirblankets；anditcouldseeandhearthatithadnochance——tosaveitsskin。
“OhLord！DearLord！Helpme！“Iprayed。
Ithadtobeme，therewasnooneelse。Ineverhadopenedthebigdoors；Ithoughtittookaman，butwhenIpushedwithallmymight——andmaybeifthehairsofourheadswerenumbered，andthesparrowscounted，therewouldbealittlemercyforthefoxes——I
askedforhelp；maybeIgotit。Thedoorswentback，andI
climbeduptheladdertothehaymowafewstepsandclungthere，prayingwithallmymight：“Makethemcomein！DearLord，makethemcomein！Givethemachance！Helpthemtosavetheirskins，OLord！“