A NOCTURNAL COW.

South Canterbury Times, Issue 2672, 12 October 1881, Page 3

A NOCTURNAL COW.

The prevailing cow for this season seemD to be a seal-brown cow with a stub tail, which is arranged as a night key. She wears it banged. Ihe other da I I had just planted my celluloid radishes, and irrigated my loyal Bengal turnips, and sown my .hunting-case summer squashes. That night the blow fell. The queen of night was high in the blue vault of heaven ; |so, too, the twinkling stars. All nature was hushed to repose. I heard a stealthy step near the conservatory and I arose. It was a lovely sight. At the head of the procession was a seal-brown creature with a tail like the handle of a pump, lhat was the cow. Following at a rapid gait was a bewitching picture of alabaster Simbs and gothic joints and Wamsutta muslin night-robe. That was the writer. By and by there was a crash, and tue seal brown cow went home, carrying the garden gate with her as a kind of keepsake. She had plenty of garden o-utes at home in her collection, but she had none of that particular pattern. The writer of these lines then carefully brushed the sand off bis f<aet; ' with a pillow sham and retired to rest. Ihe Let morning I mt out to feed my royal self-acting hen, and I found this same cow wedged into the hencoop. I secured a large ticket from the fence, and took my coat off, and breathed in a full breath. I did not want to kill her ; I simply wanted to make her wish she had died of membranous croup when she was young. I brought down the picket with the condensed strength, and eagerness, and wrath, of two long suffering years. It struck the corner of the hen-house. There was a deafening crash, and then all was still, save the low, rippling laugh of the cow, us she stood in the alley and encouraged roe hs I nailed up the henhouse again. Looking back over my whole life, it * eellis t. 0 ni ® tl,at lfc Sewn With .nothing but the rugged ruins of my busted anticipations.—(The Boomerang.)