THE RED COW 



would not yield she said "Bah-wah" and started in 

 another direction. Sheppy was coming around the 

 corner of the granary in his most sedate manner, 

 when the pop-eyed avalanche almost stepped on him. 

 When last seen Sheppy was plunging blindly be- 

 tween two haystacks with his tail between his legs. 

 A flock of hens that were enjoying their evening 

 bran mash next attracted her attention, and she made 

 an offensive straight at them. When they were 

 thoroughly scattered she rushed the ducks from a 

 mud puddle, and the squawking they made startled 

 her so that she applied the brakes and threw on the 

 reverse. It was a wonderful exhibition of vitality, 

 and showed what a milk diet can do for one. The 

 next I heard of Juno was when I was stooping over 

 to pick up a sheaf of cornstalks, and if you can pic- 

 ture to yourself a dignified man in that attitude with 

 a lusty calf prancing behind him and going through 

 the motions of getting ready to bunt you can under- 

 stand the joyous laughter with which the children 

 shouted a warning. I sidestepped in the nick of 

 time and shooed Juno away to the orchard, where 

 she could enjoy herself without getting into trouble. 

 After the chores were done I took a pail that was as 



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