The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-04-01
Waterton and His White Bull.

The stories of adventure related in
the life of Capt. Waterton, the man who
knew no fear, make, together, series of
living romances. Seen in the quiet of
his English home, his character often
came out quite as remarkably as when
on his travels among the perils Of the
tropics. An acquaintance of his, the
author OF singular book, entitled "Man
and Beast Here and Hereafter, gives
this lively scene in the Captains farm
yard:
Whenever Waterton showed himself
there was a general commotion in the
domain, all the inhabitants recognizing
their friend and trying to get near him.
One scene [ shall never forget. There
was splendid young bull, milk white,
one of the many favorites of its master,
and the terror of the farm laborers. It
was highspirited and playful young
beast, and when let out of the stable
used to indulge in FRANKS that were very
becoming to kitten, but seemed rather
out OF place when performed by bull.
One morning I accompanied Mr..
Waterton through the farm-yard, and he
casually ordered the men to let "Tommy"
loose. When we came round again,
Tommy was still in his stall, not one of
the men having dared to touch him. f..
His master proceeded to loose Tommy
himself, whereupon the men all armed
themselves with big cudgels. These Mr..
Waterton Immediately took away.
He then loosed Tommy, who came
plunging out in the exuberance of his
freedom, capering about, first on his fore
and then on his hind legs, and tossing
bundles of litter into the air with his
horns. Once he rushed at the great
feeding-crib that stood in the middle Of
the yard, knocked it down, picked it up
with his horn, and was on the point of
smashing it to pieces, when the men,
who were in fright on the other
side of the fence, threw ropes over it
and dragged it out Of the animals
reach.
Tommy then made a charge at Mr..
Waterton, and same straight on him,
with head down, as if he meant to fling
him after the crib. felt nervous my
self at this, but Mr.. Waterton took it
with perfect GOODNESS, and just put his
hand on the beasts broad, white fore
head, saying in tone of mild remons-
trance:
" Now, then, old boy !" Whereupon
Tommy kicked up his heels, gave him
self a shake, and next morning was
prancing all over the yard.
There was not the least harm about
the animal. He only wanted to let off
the superfiuOus steam, so to speak,
and INDUCED himself in the absurd an
tics which have been described. It is
very likely that if he saw the men
running away he would run after them,
thinking that they were joining in his
game, whereas they thought that he
was going to immediate them on the
spot.
In few minutes Tommy's exuberant
spirits had Gained down, and he was soon
quietly lying down in the straw, with his
master seated on him, feeding him with
the bits Of bread out of his store house
of pocket.
I should have liked to have painted
that scene !; the great white bull lying on
the ground, with the tall, spare form of
his master seated on it's huge body the
litter all tossed here and there by his
FRANKS the horses, COWS, cats, poultry,
and all sorts of birds crowding round in
hopes of scraps and in the background
the shamefaced laborers, still in undis-
guised admiration of their masters
courage.