The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Volume 12: In MotleyBierce, Ambrose
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The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Volume 12: In Motley
Bierce, Ambrose
American literature
COWS
There was a feller which had a cow, and the cow had some burs in the
tossel of her tail, and the feller he tried for to pick them out. He
put his fingers through the tossel, like they was a comb, and jest then
the cow she got afraid and started for to walk away. The feller he
couldnt hold her, and he couldnt get his fingers out, so he had to go
too. He said “wo,” and “steddy, now,” and “no occasion for to hurry,”
and evry thing which he culd think of, but the cow she just kept right
on, a goin round and round the field, and him a follerin.
Pratty soon a big savvage bul dog it come, and after it had showed its
teeths and looked on a while it fell in behind the feller and follered
too. So they kept a goin, the old cow and the feller and the bull dog,
the dog a smellin the mans legs and makin up its mind where to take
hold. The feller he didn’t know whether he would rather have the dog
bite him or bite the cow, but he kept a sayin “wo, bossy,” and “good
doggy,” mighty polite.
Bime by a other man he see them and he brought a bucket of slop and
set it down, and when they got round to it the cow she stopt for to
have some, and when her tail was slack the fellers fingers come loose
all right. Then he turned round to the dog, which was settin down a
grinnin, an he shooked his fist at the dog, the feller did, and said:
“You worthless brute, you must take them by the tail, like I have told
you 100 thousand times! If its a goin to take a half a year for me to
teach you how to drive a gentle cow like this Ile sell you, for what
ever I can get.”
But it was the man that brought the slops dog.
Some cows is hooky, but the mooly she buts, and thats why I say beware
the awfle avilantch!
Uncle Ned he says why dont I write about Mister Jonnice, which has the
wood leg. I ast him why Mister Jonnice wasent made Presdent for loosin
his leg so many times for his country, and he said: “He isnt eligible,
for he wasnt borned of American parents. His father was Conshience and
his mother was Truth, and when he was a little feller like you he lived
with her at the bottom of a well. So he dident come to this country
till one day he was axidental drew up in a old oaken bucket. Johnny
that man inherits from his mother. He is so truthfle that when he says
a thing is so, why, it wouldnt be any more so if he rwote it down in
red ink and swore to fore a bald headed notary. He is so truthfle that
he faces east when he wants to tell a lie north west. Do you remember
that story of his about the bear? He was one day goin through the woods
when a big black bear arose itself up before him and began for to
hug him real cruel. Mister Jonnice he said: ‘Why, darling, this is a
unexpected hapiness. When did you get in?’
“Then he threw his 2 arms around the bear and squeezed it so tight that
when he let go it lay down and turned so white with sick that Mister
Jonnice toted it to a circus and sold it for a polar.
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