80 FAKM ECHOES. 



While "travelling some two years ago, I saw three 

 wretched specimens of humanity ill-treating a cow in the 

 most frequented street of a town through which I was 

 passing. One of the three was in advance, pulling hard 

 on a rope attached to the poor creature's horns. Another 

 was on her back, pretending by clownish behavior to be 

 riding a horse ; and the third was beating the hind legs 

 of the jaded animal with a large sized stick which had 

 been splintered at the end by the blows that had been 

 given. I am sorry to add that none of the lookers on, 

 and there were not a few, were manly enough to put an 

 end to this brutality. I was a stranger in that town, and 

 knew none of the parties concerned, but that poor cow 

 was relieved of her persecutors before she passed me. 



I often wish that the men who milk my cows were all 

 good singers, and that they would thus use their voices 

 while filling their pails. I am sure the pails would be 

 better filled. Now and then I hear the welcome voice at 

 milking time, and delight in it, however difficult it might 

 be for strangers to recognize it as the voice of song, .be- 

 cause of the absence of what is sometimes called " music," 

 but the cows understand it to be for their benefit, and 

 not only take the will for the deed, but pay generously 

 for the entertainment in an increased supply of milk. 

 One of the most valuable cows in my herd had a great 

 aversion to any one standing in front of her an$ stroking 

 her head. Some four years ago she was very ill^ and was 

 carefully watched day and night by myself or some re- 

 sponsible person. 



Ever since then she has not only been willing to be so 

 petted by me, but delights in it. She has most Certainly 



