80 ILLINOIS DAIRYMEN'S ASSOCIATION. 



we received twenty cents a pound the year around, for all we 

 could supply, but how does that compare with the prices you 

 creamery patrons now realize for your butter? 



The cows of those earlier days were as a rule, just simply 

 cows. Natives you might call them, but nevertheless there were 

 some excellent milkers among them. 



The first improvement in that respect was made when some 

 of the fine looking roan Shorthorns were brought to this State 

 from Kentucky. They were known here as Kentucky Roans. 



The first dairy breed that attracted any attention were the 

 Jerseys. In some instances the ignorant were imposed upon ; 

 tried to make them believe that when milking one of those cows, 

 you would have ready-made butter in your pail by the time you 

 was clone milking. 



At one time, an overland traveler (a mover) went through 

 here who had one of those " Chursey cows " tied behind his 

 wagon. Alongside of the road he was traveling, one of our 

 German friends was working in his field. He had heard of the 

 " Chursey cows " already making so much butter, that he con- 

 cluded to buy one at the first opportunity. So when he saw this 

 little yellow cow behind the wagon, he thought that this was 

 his chance. When the traveller was near enough, he says, 

 " Goot morning, mine friend; how was you this morning." 

 " Oh, thank you, very well," says the other, who happened to be 

 an Irishman, "and how are ye?" "Oh, I was allright, I guess," 

 he says, " but vat kind of cow is dat behind your wagon ?" " That 

 is the best little Jersey cow that iver walked on four feet," says 

 the Irishman. " Das is all humbug," says the other, " an ani- 

 mal vat does not walk on four feets, never was a cow at all. But 

 is dat one of dem real Chursey cows vat makes so much butter?" 

 ' Yes sir," says the other, that is a full seven-eights Jersey cow, 

 begoora." " And vat is de odder eighth," asked the German. 

 " Why, I suppose just simply cow," said the Irishman. " O, I 

 tinks maybe it was Gegorra Goat," says the German, " but any- 

 how, vat you sell dat cow for?" "Oh, well," says the other, 



