SEVENTH EMPTYING. 147 



An artist angler was sketching, when he perceived a bull, 

 prepared for active business, coming towards him at the 

 charge. Down went paint-box, easel, and stool, and the 

 angler struck a bee-line for a wall fifty yards off. He got 

 over just in time, and when he gathered himself up on the 

 other side he found himself within six yards of a very young 

 bull calf. Being a choleric man, he arose in his passion and 

 pounded that bit of infant veal into one mass of bruises. He 

 banged it about the nose, boxed its ears with his fists, 

 screwed its tail round, called it opprobrious names, and 

 finally sat down out of breath ; then, arising once more, he 

 resumed the assault, and, concentrating all his energy into 

 one tremendous kick that was not unlikely to dislocate 

 some of the animal's ribs, he concluded by saying, " There, 

 take that ; and now thou can go and tell thy father." 



Five men were crossing a field when a bull gave chase. 

 Four of them succeeded in getting over a stone wall into the 

 next field ; the fifth was too late, but managed by great 

 dexterity to hang on to the bull's tail. Forthwith the bull 

 tore round the field at about twenty miles an hour with the 

 man hanging on, and as they came to the spot where the 

 lucky four were safely quartered behind the wall, they burst 

 into a guffaw at their comrade's expense. Three times the 

 bull and the man went round the field in this fashion, and 

 three times his friends had laughs at his expense, until at 

 length as he passed them on his wild career once more, he 

 yelled " Aye ! ye may laugh now, but ye'll not laugh when 

 his tail breaks, and this is t' last time round." 



It is no use staying and endeavouring to argue with a 

 bull ; the only thing to be done is to run for your life if you 

 are not too fat, and, if you are, lie down at once, like a man, 



