Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
The animal appeared now determined to come to close quarters; and I
therefore approached her until I was about a couple of feet from her
flank, all ready for a spring, in case she should see me, and turn
round. But she was too busy with the parties in front of her, and at
last she made a run. The stout young man pushed the little man towards
the cow, and then ran for it. The little one, in his attempt to recoil,
fell on the turf, and the cow made at him. I sprang forward, and
catching the horn of the animal farthest from me in my right hand, at
the same time put my left knee on the horn nearest to me, threw all my
weight upon it, so as to turn the animal's nose up in the air, and
seizing it by the nostrils with the other hand, I held her head in that
position, which of course rendered the animal harmless. In that
position the cow went over the prostrate man without doing him any
injury, plunging and capering, so as to extricate herself from my
weight. I remained clinging to her for about ten yards further, when I
perceived the stout fellow ahead, who hallooed out, "Hold her tight!
hold her tight!" but that I would no longer do, as it was fatiguing
work; so, as a punishment for his cowardice, I let go the animal,
springing clear off, and behind it, the cow galloping away as fast as
she could down the lane, and the fellow screaming and running before as
fast as he could.
Having thus rid myself of the cow and the coward, I turned back to where
the other party had been left on the ground, and found him standing up,
and looking at what was passing. "You're not hurt, sir?" said I.
"No, thanks to you; but no thanks to that rascally clerk of mine, who
wanted to shove me on the cow's horns to save himself."
"He has a run for it now, at all events;" replied I, laughing, "and I
let the cow loose on purpose; for if I had held on, and used all my
strength, I could have brought her down on her side and kept her down.
Oh! there's a break in the bank, and he has climbed up it, so he is safe
for a good fright," continued I; "and now we had better get away
ourselves; for the animal may come back, and, although one can pin her
in that way from behind, it is not to be done when she comes stem on to
you."
"Well, sir, I have heard of taking the bull by the horns as not being a
very wise thing; but taking a cow by them has probably saved my life. I
thank you."
"We manage them that way on board ship," replied I, laughing.
"You are a sailor, then, sir," replied the little man. "Probably I have
the pleasure of addressing Captain Keene?"
"That is my name," replied I; "but here is the cow coming back, and the
sooner we get to the gate the better. I'm not ashamed to run for it,
and I suppose you are not either." So saying, I took to my heels,
followed by my new companion, and we very soon put the barred gate
between us and our enemy.
"I will wish you good day now, sir," said I; "I am going to the Hall."
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