CHAPTER XII 



The Speckled Heifer's Calf 



THE speckled heifer was my very own, and 

 of course a wonderful cow. She had been 

 mine ever since she was a frisky spotted calf, 

 looking very much like a fawn. 



I had taught her to drink milk from a 

 bucket and had tethered her out all the first 

 summer in the backyard. In fact, she was a 

 spoiled and petted calf, and that was probably 

 why she hid her own first calf when it was 

 born. 



This was a great disappointment to me, as 

 I had hoped that the new calf would mate one 

 that I already had and make a pair of steers. 



We knew well enough that the speckled 

 heifer had a calf somewhere in the great pas- 

 ture, but, where, was the question. The 

 heifer's bag was large, and her udders were 

 wet each morning when we found her quietly 



