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American Agriculturist, June 7, 1924 
Bringing the Bull Home 
Pa Knew a Thing or Two After All 
I RECALL many of 
my boyhood ex¬ 
periences on the farm with a great deal 
of pleasure. I remember one experience 
with an old black and white bull, though, 
that wasn’t particularly enjoyable at the 
time it happened. No doubt he has long 
since gone to his reward, so I will try to 
speak kindly of him, in fact, I do not 
bear him any malice, because I can look 
back now and enjoy the joke on myself. 
By H. L. COSLINE 
won’t do any harm 
to try because he 
isn’t ugly, at all.” 
“Sure I can lead him,” I said, “I'm 
almost as big as Dad, and if he tries to 
run, he’ll find I can travel pretty fast. He 
is kinda big, isn’t he?” I added, as we 
arrived at the barn. I had the first faint 
misgivings as I looked him over, but it 
would never do to show it, so I put the 
hitch around his nose, and when I had it 
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and in addition to the enjoyment for adjusted to my satisfaction, which seemed 
which he was responsible, he also taught to take some time, Mr. Brown opened the 
me a lesson. stanchion and shooed him out. 
“We’ll quit work an hour early to- Since that day, I have travelled quite 
light,” said Dad on this particular day rapidly on several occasions, but I think 
in June. “You ask mother if she can 1 never have left a spot quite as rapidly 
plan to have supper a little later than us 
ual, and we’ll go after that bull that I 
bought of Mr. Brown. It will make us 
late with the chores, but we'can’t afford 
to lose much time now “ 
as I left that barn. Had I been able, as 
per my plans, to head him in the right 
direction, and then keep up with him, I 
am sure Dad would have been more than 
surprised at the little time that had 
“What’s the use of both of us going?” elapsed since I left home. He didn t 
l immediately asked, “I can lead him start at a trot, but at a full gallop, and 
■ust as well as__ } n . stead , of slowm g 
Lough you were ’ ~ * um d° wn > Ir jy 
dong. I can go presence on the 
‘aster, and you can _ WHERE . . other end of the 
lo part of the \V* * ,/ rope seemed to in¬ 
heres while I am ? fD crease , hls spee A d 
?one, so we won’t f) %§£ every leap. As I 
need to be any pulled back my 
ater ” feet suddenly slip¬ 
way have been ~ ped from under me 
olanning to spend - --rr^ | an< sat down, 
the evening in Apparentiy, I 
baseball practice /. C J ,.)..? pulled, still more 
with the^boys, or ea^y m that posu 
a, task than seemed wasn taccomplish- 
necessary to me, copyrighted 1924.bythoBeii svndicat®. ine. mg anything, i 
that caused me to ASK the calf let go, and im- 
propose this plan. —Reid for the Beii Syndicate. mediately the bull 
“It would save ----—-- stopped and began 
time, if you could Another Case of Trying to Bring the Bull Home to ea f grass,, as 
manage it,” said , . thou f, h 1 no - t ^! n | 
Dad, “but I am afraid you might have had happened. Apparently he didn t 
trouble. He is a big fellow, and hasn’t consider me of enough importance to even 
been led much.” look around to see if I was hurt. 
I was still unconvinced, and after some I picked myself up with more of my 
irguing about the matter, I won his con- confidence oozing from me, and we drove 
sent to make the attempt. No doubt the him back into the . barn. Mr. Brown 
fact that I had, in the past, done some seemed to be enjoying himself, but the 
"kings that he felt I could not do, influ- prospect of going home and admitting 
‘ defeat, after all my argument, did not 
strike me as funny. 
“Well, what’s the next move?” he in¬ 
quired. “I’m getting along in years 
too much to enjoy wrestling with a fellow 
of his size. You think you 11 have to go 
home and get your Dad to help? ’ 
“I think I’d like to try him once more, 
if you don’t mind,” I said, summoning 
all my courage and resolution. “\ou 
see he" sort of took me by surprise, that 
time, and this time, I’ll know what to 
expect.” 
“All right, try him as much as you want 
to, I guess the grass will straighten up 
need me and made me unduly optimistic 
>n this occasion. At that, I wasn’t foolish 
■nough to think that I had the strength 
.0 hold a two-year-old bull, but I did 
hink that I could at least influence him 
n his choice of a direction to travel, and 
raving done that, I was rather proud of 
ny speed, and wind, which I figured 
vould enable me to keep up with him. 
I had some doubts, as I hastened down 
:he road, whether I had really convinced 
Dad of my ability to bring home the old 
;>oy. I had a faint suspicion that he ex¬ 
pected me to obtain some valuable ex¬ 
perience, that would tend to corroborate ^ —- 0 -,— — . — ., •, 
iris advice, and that suspicion made me again before it’s time, to cut it, but it it 
the more determined to do the job in don t, I wouldn t miss seeing you ea< 
record time. Dad was a great believer him for all the grass on the place, 
in the value of experience as a teacher. The bull apparently had learne v > a 
and in this case, at least, he was right, to expect, as well as I, and as soon as he 
For I am sure that no amount of verbal was released, he proceeded along the same 
proof would have remained, to this day, line as before, with even greater speed, 1 
so vivid in my mind, as the experience, that were possible, and when he ha 
upon which I was entering. again been driven to the barn I was tl 
As I jogged down the road, with a coil oughly convinced that if he was to be 
of rope on mv arm, I laid out my plan of delivered, as I had boasted he would be, 
procedure. “I’ll tie the rope around his some different plan must be adopted. 
GETS then take a half' hitch around I was stillI unwilling to adrnjt de eat 
Ids nose,” I said to myself, “and stand however. Got anything I could use 
with one hand on his hip, and hAld the trip ropes? -I asked. 
ope with the other. Then if he starts to 
un, I can pull his head around, and slow 
Lim down. Probably he’ll be stubborn 
nyway, instead of wanting to run.” 
“I’ve come to get the bull, 1 an- 
lounced, nonchalantly, when I arrived 
it Mr. Brown’s farm. 
“That so?” He replied with a twinkle 
n his eye, “well, maybe you can lead him, 
; don’t know how he will act, because he 
lasn’t been led in a long time. It 
‘No, I haven’t a thing. You might try 
Jim, though. He usually has lots o 
rope.” • 1 T 
Jim was one of my best friends, so 
loped over to his house, a few rods dis¬ 
tant, and laid the case before him. He 
seemed to understand, even better than 
cared to have him, because there w ere 
certain aspects of the situation tha 
wasn’t yet prepared to admit, at leas 
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