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tandem. They pulled great loads, and I did not 
see a single balky dog; in fact, they evidently en- 
joyed their work as much as those who pulled and 
worked with them. One big dog barked all the 
time, and beat the ground with his paw while he 
was being loaded, so anxious was he to be off. 
These dogs are probably far happier than the use- 
less or the pampered dogs of our own country.” 
You say, “But we are going into the country, as 
much as anything else, so that we can keep our own 
cow. I long once more to taste real milk, and to 
have all the golden cream that we can have — free 
of cost — placed on the table.” To be sure; and 
if you really knew what passes for milk in the city, 
after it has become charged with bacteria, you 
would never know how to get on without your own 
cow. Yet, after all, the possession of a cow does not 
imply, for a certainty, that you will know what to 
do with such a creature. Returning to country 
life, I found that I must either get a new sort of 
man to do my milking, or must do the milking my- 
self — and I accepted the latter alternative. Why 
not milk your own cow? Why not spend half an 
hour in the morning in the stables, to see that ev- 
erything is cleanly and that justice rules. In Hol- 
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