When he came back he said the way
they milked down there was to throw a cow on her back, have a
nigger hold each leg, and extract the milk with a clothes-pin."
But at last he found a brindled animal in the corner which
allowed him to sit down and begin. He was getting on well when,
without the least warning, the cow kicked, and sent the pail
spinning across the yard, while Jack went over backwards, and his
new hat fell off. There was one calf in the yard which had been
complaining ever since we came, because it had not yet had its
supper. The pail stopped rolling right side up, and this calf ran
over and put his head in it, thinking that his food had come at
last. Jack picked himself up and ran to rescue the pail. The calf
raised his head suddenly, the pail caught on one of his little
horns, and he started off around the yard, unable to see, and
jumping wildly over imaginary objects. Jack followed. A cow,
which was perhaps the mother of the calf, started after Jack. The
family dog, hearing the commotion, came running down from the
house and began to pursue the cow.
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