The overseer cast a compassionate glance over his shoulder at the questioner.
"Has the gentleman ever seen two cows just alike?"
"To my eyes they are all alike."
"But not to the herdsman's," said the overseer.
The manager, however, professed himself perfectly satisfied with the selected cattle.
The barrow-boy now came up, and announced that from the look-out tree he had seen the other cowherd coming up at a gallop.
"Running his horse!" growled the overseer. "Just let him show his face here. I'll thrash him till he forgets even his own name."
"But you won't really strike him?"
"No, for whoever beats a cowherd will have to kill him before he cures him in that way, and he's my favourite lad too! I brought him up and christened him. He is my godson, the rascal!"
"Yet you part with him? He is taking the herd to Moravia!"