A Farewell "Hike 



wretched personalities and very limited 

 capacities, but what good farmer would 

 wish to board them or see them about 

 the place? And what boy growing up 

 in their company could ever develop a 

 genuine fondness for the farm? They 

 neither appeal to your affections nor 

 make any good return for the valuable 

 food they eat. But look into the 

 intelligent, friendly eyes of this little 

 Jersey, with her graceful horns, her 

 yellow skin and silky coat, her dainty 

 limbs and swelling milk veins, and 

 behold one of the accomplishments of 

 man in fixing fast in animal form the 

 useful and the beautiful. 



It has been many a moon since I 

 milked my quota of an old-time herd, 

 but there is worse employment in this 

 world, as I now know. Even yet it 

 seems to me I hear the cow bells in 

 the lower pasture as the cattle work 

 their way at close of day up towards 

 the gate; for they, like the rest of us, 

 are creatures of habit; and I recall 



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