British mystics were deep in thought last week, wondering whether they had found a symbolism between an occurrence at Dorsetshire and the ancient story of the lion and the unicorn. The occurrence: In a fair field of turnips near Lyme Regis* grazed Nelly, a young mother cow. Suddenly came the frightened blat of Nelly's day-old calf. There in the field was a tawny, muscular black-maned lion.
The lion, whose name was Wallace, was not looking for the calf or Nelly. He was simply anxious to preserve a new freedom he had found when...
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