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I did so at once, and returned with the overwhelming 

 intelligence that every cow I had seen had, unmistaka- 

 bly, four well-developed milking appendages. 



I felt I had been shamefully imposed upon and 



angrily started down to old Boulder's house to inter- 

 view him on the subjec t. 



"Waal, waal, ef it h'ain't Mr. Johnson," he said, as he 

 opened the door. "Come right in! Come right in and 

 sit down! I was just a-telling' Marthy (his wife) to 

 put up a bushel of Fall apples and send over to you; 



