"Oh, we have a right to go anywhere," returned one of the company. "We are surveying, and here are our government papers."
"Paper here or paper there," returned the farmer, "oot ye gang oot o' my field."
"No, we sha'n't," returned the man, "and you are rendering yourself liable to prosecution for interrupting us."
The farmer said no more, but went over to his shed, which opened into the field, and let out a vicious bull. The bull no sooner saw the redcoats than he went for them in full career. The surveyors snatched up their theodolite and flew for their lives, while the old farmer, in great glee, yelled after them:
"What are ye running for? Can ye no show the bull yer government papers?"
