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intervals, shifting her to different parts 

 of the grounds in my absence, so that 

 the desolate voice would startle us from 

 unexpected quarters. If I were to un 

 hitch the cow, and turn her loose, I 

 knew where she would go. If I were 

 to lead her away, the question was, 

 Where ? for I did not fancy leading a 

 cow about till I could find somebody 

 who was willing to pasture her. To this 

 dilemma had my excellent neighbor 

 reduced me. But I found him, one 

 Sunday morning, a day when it would 

 not do to get angry, tying his cow at 

 the foot of the hill ; the beast all the 

 time going on in that abominable voice. 

 I told the man that I could not have the 

 cow in the grounds. He said, &quot; All right, 

 boss ; &quot; but he did not go away. I 

 asked him to clear out. The man, who 

 is a French sympathizer from the Re 

 public of Ireland, kept his temper per- 



