THE RED COW 



for her stomach's sake, a couple of tablespoonfuls 

 of a sovereign liniment and embrocation, good for 

 man and beast, and paramount for poultry, a rem- 

 edy for all ills that any kind of flesh is heir to, may 

 be used internally or externally at any time of the 

 day or night without regard to the phases of the 

 moon or the signs in the almanac. All I know about 

 this remedy is that it is a red fluid made of red pep- 

 per, red whiskey and all the other red-hot things in 

 the Pharmacopoeia. It is the stuff that was once 

 given to an ailing coloured woman, and when she was 

 offered a second dose she declared with vigour, "No 

 thankee ! Ah've done made up ma mind never again 

 to take nuttin' that wattah won't squench." Having 

 added this mixture to the salts I put it in a quart 

 bottle, called for help, and proceeded to put the red 



dose into the red cow. 



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We did the trick in the most approved fashion. 

 I caught her by one horn, slipped my thumb and 

 finger into her nose, and elevated her head so that 

 the other man could pour the mixture down her 

 throat. After the last drop had gurgled down I 

 turned her loose and stepped back to watch results. 

 She shook her head, rattled her chain, lashed her 



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