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and tossing of head, she bounded out into the 

 sunny barnyard. 



&quot;She ll be all right now,&quot; said Jonathan. 



I watched them doubtfully, but they got 

 through the bars and as far as the road with 

 out incident. At the road she suddenly 

 balked. She twisted her horns and set her 

 front legs. I hurried down from my post of 

 observation in the carriage-house door, and 

 said &quot;Hi! &quot;again. 



&quot;That s no good,&quot; panted Jonathan; &quot;get 

 your stick again. Now, when I pull, you hit 

 her behind, and she ll come. I guess she 

 has n t been taught to lead yet.&quot; 



&quot;If she has, she has apparently forgotten,&quot; 

 I replied. &quot;Now, then, you pull!&quot; 



The creature moved on grudgingly, with 

 curious and unlovely sidewise lunges and 

 much brandishing of horns, where the rope 

 was tied. 



&quot;Hit her again, now!&quot; said Jonathan. &quot;Oh, 

 hit her ! Hit her harder ! She does n t feel 

 that. Hit her I There! Now, she s coming.&quot; 



Truly, she did come. But I am ashamed to 

 think how I used that stick. As we progressed 

 up the road, over the hill, and down to the 



