VIII. — Tlie Farrow Cow and Others 



I DON'T know that I ever sat down to write an 

 article when feeling so full of improving 

 thoughts as I do at this blessed minute. A lot 

 of things have happened lately, and all of them 

 were of the kind that seem designed "To point a 

 moral and adorn a tale." To begin with, the boy 

 and I were working in the garden yesterday, when I 

 happened to notice some dark object on the ground 

 between two of the cows that were lying down in the 

 pasture, up near the woods. I ventured the opinion 

 that it was a newly arrived and not unexpected calf. 

 The boy took a look and said it was a stone. I could 

 not remember having seen a stone in that place, but 

 I was busy and did not stop to argue the matter. 

 After a while I chanced to look up again and saw 

 that all the cattle in the pasture had gathered 

 around the dark object on the ground and were snif- 

 fing at it. Once more I ventured the opinion that 

 it was a calf. 



