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in such a fury." "Oh! I'll milk her right 

 enough, sir, by and by ; just give her a little 

 time to settle down like. It's only jealousy 

 of that 'ere pup, sir. She couldn't abide 

 seeing me a-fondling of it." "Well, as you 

 like," said I ; only take care, and mind what 

 you're about." "All right, sir!" 



In about twenty minutes, Thomas called 

 me down to see the milk. The cow had 

 stood quiet enough to be milked. But the 

 milk was deeply tinged with blood, and in 

 half an hour a copious red precipitate had 

 settled to the bottom of the pail. Till then 

 I had doubted the jealousy theory. After 

 that I believed. 



C. HUNTER BROWN. 



