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Published April 20 1823 by Harris & Son corner of St. Pauls.
"What ill-natured creatures cows are," said Lewis, regarding the object of his wrath with great indignation.
"And yet, my dear, the cow was not so much to blame as you thought her, for see how the calf has bitten her."
"So it has, I declare," said Lewis, "for the blood is running quite fast. I wish I had not been so hasty in striking her, poor thing."
The cow was now quiet, and began eating her hay again. Lewis went up to her, and stroked her face and sides, which she did not seem to take at all amiss.
"Now, dear Mrs. Harrison, will you give us a little new milk?" said Kate; "here is the wooden cup."
"With pleasure," said the good old lady, and she filled the cup and sent it round; they each drank a good draught of the milk, and thought it delicious.
When the cows were all milked, they proceeded to the poultry-yard, and Mrs. Harrison filled her lap with barley and dross wheat. At the sound of her well known voice, all sorts of poultry came tumbling over each other, in their eagerness to get their morning repast; turkeys and their chicks, guinea-fowls, and a peahen with her brood. This last was examined with great attention by Mary.
"They are not prettier than chickens; nay, I do not like them so well," said she.