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taking one of the roads we found ourselves at the house of one 
of the Turners before we learned our error. Here, after learning
that this Mr. T. was a brother of the Mr. T. we met last time with
the fox horn and that he earned his living by working the place
on shares, we were soon set on the right track.  We soon reached 
the old mansion, Mr. T's place was on a portion of the Day
estate.  We stopped at the house, but found only the daughter-
in-law at home; we learned that <s>the</s> her mother-in-law Mrs. Abend was
in the barn feeding the cows etc, but would return in a 
little while.  We now found a suitable position and took
two exposures of the pretty holly-trees.  Mrs A. not having
returned we went down to the barn where we found her
letting the cows out to pasture.  In front of the barn was
a very large stack of hay, this had been hollowed out all
around the bottom on the outside by the cows eating their way
into <s>the stack</s> it.  In this hollowed out portion the cattle would stand
the hay projecting far beyond their bodies over their heads.

Standing in the yard in front of the barn was already the
bull now waiting for the rest of the cattle.  One of the little
calves had gotten her head caught between two bars while feeding.
        