Christian life -- Fiction; Farm life -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
"It was enough to break any one's heart to see that old cow, with the
birch twigs in her mouth, coming toward me so innocent. She
thought--poor old critter--that I'd come to milk her; but instead of
the milk-pail I had that axe in my hand. She couldn't a-known what it
meant, and yet, as true as I live, it seemed as if she did."
"There she stood, looking in my face, wondering, I hain't no doubt,
why I didn't sit down on a log as usual, and fix my pail--and there I
stood, trembling, before the poor dumb animal, ready to fall down on
my knees and ask pardon for my cruel thoughts, and there was the
heifer looking on us both--oh, gals, gals, I hope none of you will
ever have to go through a thing like that."
The girls thus addressed were very still, and a sob or two was just
heard while the tears leaped like hail-stones down Salina's cheeks.
"My heart misgive me--I would't a done it. Those great innocent eyes
seemed as if they were human, I grew so weak that the axe almost fell.
I turned to go back ready to starve or anything rather than look that
animal in the face again with the axe in my hand. Yes, I turned away,
but there half across the clearing was the constable with the writ
flying out in his hand. My blood rose--I thought of the children with
nothing to eat--I don't know what I didn't think of. He was walking
fast, I turned; the cow was right before me. Oh, girls, there she
stood so quiet, chewing the green birch leaves, I was like a baby, the
axe wouldn't rise from the ground, I could not do it.
"He called out, I heard his step in the underbrush. Then my strength
flew back. I was wild--strong as a lion, but my eyes seemed hot with
sparks of fire. I shut them, the axe swung back--a crash, a deep, wild
bellow, and she fell like a log. I had struck in the white star on her
forehead. When I opened my eyes she was looking at me, and so her eyes
stiffened in their film. I had to hold myself up by the axe-helve with
both hands. It seemed to me as if I was dying too.
"'What have you been about, where is the cow?' said the constable, in
a passion, as he came up.
"'There,' said I, pointing to the poor murdered critter with my
finger, 'the law, you say, won't allow us two cows, but it does give
us a barrel of beef. This is our beef--touch it if you dare!'
"He skulked away and I fell down on my knees by the poor critter my
own hands had killed. It seemed as if my heart would break! There she
lay with the fresh green leaves in her mouth, so still, and there
stood the heifer looking at me steadily as if she wanted to speak, and
I couldn't make her understand why it had to be done. Oh, gals, gals
it was tough!"
There was silence for a moment, they had no disposition to speak.
"There, now, I've made you all miserable," said Salina, wiping her
eyes and making a great effort to laugh. "Hark! what's that?"
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