XVI. — Cow Cussedness 



MUCH as I hate to admit it, Fenceviewer and 

 her tribe have me beaten to a standstill — 

 or, to be more exact, they have been keep- 

 ing me on the run all the time. Some weeks 

 ago I told how Fenceviewer II. had solved the mys- 

 tery of the wire fence that is made of separate 

 strands of wire strengthened by upright slats. She 

 found that by poking her head through between the 

 wires and throwing her weight against it she could 

 force her way through wherever she wanted to. At 

 the time I threatened to make a poke for her, but as 

 it was the orchard she was breaking into the need 

 for keeping her out disappeared when the apples 

 were packed and shipped. But a couple of days ago 

 the carrots and beets in the garden were dug and 

 the red brute immediately took advantage of the 

 fact that one side of the garden is fenced with slatted 

 wire. After she had reached the carrots a couple of 

 times I listened to advice and fastened a board on 

 her face — a sort of wooden veil. 



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