98 AROUND AN OLD HOMESTEAD 



" With a klingle, klangle, klingle, 



With a loo-oo, and moo-oo, and jingle, 



The cows are coming home ; 

 And over there on Merlin Hill, 

 Hear the plaintive cry of the whip-poor-will; 

 The dew-drops lie on the tangled vines, 

 And over the poplars Venus shines, 



And over the silent mill. 

 Ko-ling, ko-lang, kolinglelingle, 

 With a ting-a-ling and jingle, 

 The cows come slowly home. 

 Let down the bars ; let in the train 

 Of long-gone songs, and flowers, and rain; 

 For dear old times come back again 



When the cows come home." 



It is indeed a pleasure to be with animals, and to 

 observe their ways. Animals are franker and more 

 direct than men are in expressing themselves. You can 

 tell what an animal means, but you can't tell much 

 about men. I have met with few horses or dogs that 

 would make good politicians. 



What a difference between the eyes of animals and 

 those of human beings ! How open, how transparent 

 the nature of a horse is, or of a dog or a cow, as seen 

 in their beautiful eyes ! The eyes of a man or a woman 

 are not always so. I can not see into their souls and 

 know their real character as I can when I look into the 

 eyes of my little dog. Homer's favorite epithet, in- 

 deed, the best compliment that the old Greeks of the 

 "Iliad" could think of for their lady loves, was "bo- 

 opis," or ox-eyed. 



Some animals are naturally neat, while others are, 

 like some men, naturally filthy. Some, that is, one 

 might well say, are positively brutal, while others are 

 not. Squirrels are the cleanest, perhaps, of all the ani- 



