THE TAMING OF OL’ BUCK 205 
till he had his legs tied together. Then he slung 
him head down on a pole, and making Wilbur 
take an end, they carried him to a wood road, 
where a Ford was standing. They put him in 
the rear on a blanket, and Snyder ordered his 
prisoner up on the front seat. Presently Ol 
Buck was inside Snyder’s chicken fence, being 
coaxed by Mrs. Snyder to feed out of a baby’s 
bottle, and Wilbur was on his way to face the dis- 
trict judge. His fate no longer concerns us. 
Suffice to say the punishment was terrible—he 
had to work all winter to pay off his fine. 
Meanwhile Ol Buck easily mastered the bottle 
art, and throve lustily. He frisked his absurd bit 
of white tail all about the yard after a few days, 
butted anybody who came near him (except Mrs. 
Snyder and Bill, his bottle bearers), and was 
admired of all the neighborhood, and later of all 
the county, for Bill took him to the county fair in 
a little wooden pen, where he was almost as much 
a centre of attraction as the horse races. 
But as time went on and OI’ Buck grew in 
stature, passing from the bottle stage to the let- 
tuce and chard and hemlock bough and sumach 
