Knoxville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1875, 1873-08-20
Milking Cows.

There is q moral in the following from
Moore's Rural NcW Yorker, too good to be
lost
What a difference there is in the COW
management. There across the fields,
three-fourths of a mile away, is Jones-a
wide-awake, driving fellow. In fact, he
is too wide-awake. He keeps everybody
and everything about him stirred up. 1
am awakened in the morning by hearing
yelling at his cows, and by the barking of
his yellow cur of a dog that he sends after
them. You should see the cows start the
moment they hear him yell. From their
peaceful, PASTORAL rumination, or from
their cool-of-the morning breakfast off the
dewy grass, they are galvanized by the
yell of the farmer and the yelping of the
yellow cur into a race for the milking yard.
Half fthem come up through the lane on
the run, painting like high-pressure steam
boats. They gouge and gore each other
with desperate abandon. They switch
their tails about with restlessness that
suggests perpetual motion. There are, say,
twenty of these kline, and by the time they
have swept through and tumbled over the
half-drawn bars into the yard, Tim, the
hired man, Susan, the hired girl, Betty,
the farmers daughter, and Sam, the four
teen year old son of the farmer, are clam
bering over the fence into the yard, with
one to three-legged milking stools and
wooden or tin pals in their hands, ready
to make these heated cows $50 ~ " Stand
still!1 "Histn and submit to have the
tactical fluid squeezed out of their udders.
Jones told me yesterday that his COWS
were beginning to shrink their milk
bad" He didn't "see why it should be !;
feed was uncommonly good for the time o.
year. Reckon the flies and the elderberry
bushes have somethin' to do with it," |
al r lie 4
himself were most to blame, but l thought
so.
Right across the street from him is his
neighbor Gibson-one of your quiet, syste-
matte, careful, sensible farmers. He, too,
gets up betimes in the morning takes his
long staff, quietly walks into the pasture
and gently says, Come boss Come
boss :" The cows know his voice and heed
it as surely as Jones cows do his. He
walks slowly around them scarcely speak
ing 10 them, quietly gathers them togeth-
er, and they crop the sweet heritage as
they slowly travel toward the stable,
which they enter without goring
each other or violence from any one.
They take their places in the stanchions,
are quietly fastened, the mixers are al
| hand no noise is make; the milking is
quickly done, the cows sailed and turned
| loose. Gibson's cows do not " shrink theil
milk" They are not allowed to do so
| When the pastures do not yield heritage
enough, or fly time" prevents foraging
| there is soiling material for them. As i!
the man, so is the brute beneath him. Th'
nature and habits of the one are reflected
| by the other. Jones hasn't got COW tina
will not jump a staked and ridered fence b
scape him or his cur. Gibson hasn't Gov
that knows how to jump! Jones hasn't
COW but expects stoning or mauling witt
milking stool, or kick on occasions
Gibson hasn't COW that has received
blow or a kick since he owned her. Jone
hasn't a COW that will not run from hin
at sight if there is possible chance of get
ting away. Gibson hasn't cow that wi
not come to him at his call.