cow CUSSEDNESS 



Making cow-pokes is quite a job, and the art has 

 been lost in this neighbourhood, where they have 

 well-bred cows that lack ambition. But I was told 

 that a board on her face would do the trick just as 

 well. They did not know the Fenceviewer strain. 

 After dressing her in her new costume I turned her 

 loose and watched through a knothole in the drive- 

 shed. She walked straight to the fence near the car- 

 rots and began to experiment. The board bothered 

 her, for she couldn't make a head-on attack on the 

 fence, but it didn't bother her long. She soon found 

 that by approaching sideways she could see well 

 enough to swing her head between the wires and then 

 push through. I interrupted her before she reached 

 the carrots, and then Sheppy drove her to the other 

 side of the field so that I could get time to cool off 

 and think things over. But I didn't cool off. I had 

 noticed that while the brute was working her way 

 through the fence she was being watched by her 

 mother, Fenceviewer I., the original red cow of the 

 lot, but as the old pirate had not learned the trick 

 sooner I did not think she would learn. Ten min- 

 utes later I found her at the carrots. It had finally 

 dawned on her how the trick was done. I drove her 

 out with sticks and harsh cries, but I had barely 



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