20 FIVE ACRES TOO MUCH. 



feet, have always filled my heart with love and won 

 der. Horses are miserable creatures, invariably do 

 ing precisely what they ought not to do, kicking 

 when they ought to go, going when they ought to 

 stand still, balking when their owner is in the most 

 frantic haste ; forever sick, or lame, or requiring to 

 be shod a pest, a nuisance, and a bore. But cows 

 do not balk, or run, or go lame, or need shoeing ; 

 and although they occasionally kick over the milk- 

 pail, it is probably with good reason or with the best 

 of intentions. They have nice long coats that keep 

 them from catching cold in winter, and have an odd 

 way of perspiring through their noses that is as cu 

 rious as it is interesting. A cow is a model with 

 out referring to this last peculiarity for a wife ; she 

 is gentle, good, and beautiful, and never makes a 

 fuss. The first point, therefore, was to buy a cow. 



I had a friend living at Flushing named Augustus 

 Weeville, who had been there several years, and who 

 had acquired great knowledge of the intricacies of 

 rural performances, and, among other things, was 

 learned in cows. In fact, he was learned in most 

 farming matters, and, being naturally proud of his 

 adopted village, and interested in my success in em 

 igrating thither, gave me throughout his valuable ad 

 vice and assistance. 



