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and square against the side of his head, it 

 knocked him over and made him spill all the 

 milk. 



Most times cattle go to the same place to 

 sleep, and choose for it the highest ground 

 available, unless it is wholly unsheltered. 

 Cattle turned into a strange pasture run 

 about it, snuffing eagerly, as though intent 

 upon finding out if it has held other cattle. 

 Almost invariably the new herd sleeps in the 

 same place the old one did — that is suppos- 

 ing it is an established cattle run. A single 

 cow in milk, or with a sucking calf at 

 her side, can lead and dominate a whole herd 

 of beef cattle. At sight of a dog, stirred 

 perhaps by remote memories of the days 

 when there were wolves, cattle charge down 

 upon him in mass. Unless he gets out of 

 their way, they will roll and trample him to 

 death, then gore the carcass, drooling and 

 bellowing. Blood scent, especially the blood 

 of their own kind, sets them crazy. Even 

 to cross the trail of a fresh hide dragged 

 through their feeding-ground, makes them 

 prance, bellow, and make leaping plunges, 

 lowering the head, and brandishing the horns 

 as they come dow^n. Bulls, curiously enough, 

 are not so fierce over scenting blood as are 

 cows. Cows with young calves grow most 

 frantic. It is unsafe to go too near, either. 



