III.— Fly Time 



AS a rule old Fenceviewer hasn't much faith 

 in me. Of course, this is entirely due to 

 her independent and predatory nature. She 

 is accustomed to rustling for herself and 

 apparently does not feel the need of cultivating a 

 thankful spirit for anything I do for her. I even 

 suspect that she would renig at milking time if it 

 were not more comfortable to play the game and 

 give down. Up to the present we have continued 

 to live on the same farm without serious disagree- 

 ment, and yet without any bond of affection being 

 established. She goes her way as far as the fences 

 will allow, and I go my way. But there are signs 

 of a change. During the past week her actions have 

 indicated that she thinks I may be of some use after 

 all. This is because the flies are unusually bad this 

 year. The cattle have been simply covered with 

 them. When we took them into the stable at milking 

 time they were in such misery and so restless that it 

 was almost impossible to milk them. They were all 



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