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first and gore it." The next minute I heard 

 a roar of unmistakable fear and anguish 

 a human roar. I dashed down to the spot, 

 and at the same moment arrived my son, 

 pitchfork in hand. There lay Thomas on 

 his face in a dry gutter by the side of the 

 road to the cowhouse, and the cow butting 

 angrily at him. We drove off the cow, and 

 poor Thomas scuffled across the road, 

 slipped through a wire fence, stood up and 

 drew breath. " Why, Thomas," said I, 

 " what's the matter with Rose ? " " Well, 

 sir," said Thomas, " I heard the pup bark 

 and untied him, and I was just coming out 

 of the cowhouse, with the pup in my arms, 

 when 'Rose' came round the corner. As 

 soon as she see'd the pup in my arms, she 

 rushed at me without more ado, knocked 

 me down, and would have killed me if you 

 hadn't come up." Thomas had indeed had 

 a narrow escape; his trousers were ripped 

 up from end to end, and red marks all along 

 his legs showed where Rose's horns had 

 grazed along them. " Well," said I, " you'd 

 better not milk her this morning, since she' 



