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years back she, coming motherless, a bare 

 week old, to this strange place, found in 

 Sook, the bell-cow, a tender foster-mother, 

 amiably willing that the new comer should 

 share with her own calf her flow of rich, warm 

 milk, the rough side of her licking tongue. 



Maybe Brandy's memory is longer. A 

 rich red she, with faint roan markings on 

 back and breast a big, handsome, full- 

 uddered creature, with character writ large all 

 over her. See her look of large-eyed won- 

 der at the ingrate Holstein. Three seconds 

 she pauses, her mouth full of dropping green, 

 one fore-foot in air, then, with a bellowing 

 snort of rage, she dashes at the offender, 

 pummels her soundly with rapid horns, bears 

 her to the knees in her impetuous rush 

 then turns away, flirting her tail, as though 

 to say, " I am all for peace but, really, such 

 manners I never could abide." 



Sook, the bell -cow, marches away with 

 never a look of thanks to her defender. No 

 doubt she is properly grateful but, oh ! the 

 misery of coming to need defence worse, 

 a thousand -fold, than the original hurt. 

 Brandy is a good creature well meant and 

 all that. But but she would have done 

 better not to see that the power of the seep- 

 Besides, if she finds it 



