A PEER AT A MUCK-CART 



in a section of our show yard somewhat lagged 

 as the hour drew near for its completion. The 

 responsible steward a peer of the realm and an 

 indefatigable worker, now the Lord-Lieutenant 

 of his county and a K.G. being keenly anxious 

 that his department should suffer no discredit, 

 personally and energetically assisted in the clearing 

 up. Hard by was a herdsman in charge of stock, 

 who viewed this proceeding with open-mouthed 

 astonishment. Anxious that others should enjoy 

 such a spectacle, he hailed, in excited tones, a 

 brother herdsman, with " Come 'ee 'ere, Bill- 

 come 'ee 'ere ! 'Ere's a real lard a-loadun a 

 muck-cart." Then, again, the Society on another 

 occasion to.ok advantage of the fine collection of 

 dairy cattle at the show to carry out a series of 

 tests with the object of ascertaining the quality 

 and quantity of butter obtainable from the milk 

 of different breeds of cattle. The entries were so 

 large, and the tests so exhaustive, that it was at 

 one time feared that the investigations would 

 not be concluded before the show came to an 

 end, so the order went forth " all hands to the 

 churns." Then the High Sheriff of Somerset 

 who at the present moment is doing yeoman 

 service as Chairman of the Somerset County 

 Appeal Tribunal and who was steward of tests, 

 buckled on, not exactly his armour, but pro- 

 fessional dairyman's attire, and, for some hours 

 on Bank Holiday, might have been seen churning 

 away for all he was worth. Whilst these little 

 episodes have their humorous side, they are to 

 onlookers a practical realization of the universal 

 kinship of labour and a tangible embodiment of 



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