Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1880-06-24
DEACON DAY AN THE HIGH.
WAY COW.

The best o. bein's will hey Their cares,
There's always sumpthin to cross our way.
To worry an fret us in our affairs.
An seeh was the lot o. old Deacon Day,
He he'd his trisls--r tell you how
He was pestered. fur years, with highway COW.
The hue o. he. hide was a dusky brown
Her body was lean, au' her neck was slim
One horn tnrned up, an the tother down:
Her eyssight was keen she was long of limb
With peaked nose. with a short stump tail
An ribs, like tie hoops on a homemade pail.
Many a mark did her body bear
She he'd been target fur all thing, known
On many scar, the dusky hair
Would grow no where it once he'd grown
Many pebble, SHE'D an shot.
He'd left upon her isstin' spot.
Many an many well-aimed stone,
An many abrickbat, o. goodiy size,
An many cudgel, swiftly thrown,
He'd brought the tears to her ugly eyes,
Or he'd bounded of n her bony back,
Witha noise like the sound o. rifle crack.
Many day he'd she passed in pound.
Fur wrongfuliy helpin' herself to
An many cowardiy cur an hound
He'd been transAxed BY her crumpled horn.
Many teapot an old tin pail
He'd the farm boys tied to her stumpy tail
Deacon Day was pious man
frugal farmer upright an plain
Many weary mile he
To drive her out o. his CROWN grain.
Sharp we're the pranks that she used to play.
To get her fill an to get ayay
Size tnew when the Deacon went to town.
She watched an waited till he went by;
He never passed her, without frown,
An an evil CLEAN in each angry eye.
He would crack his whip, in spitefnl way,
~ she bounded along by his zone hoss.sLay,"
He used to sit, on the Sabbath day,
With his open Bible upon his knee.
Thinkin' o. loved ones, far away
In the Better Land that he longed to see,
When distant heller, borne thro' the air.
Would bring him back TO this world O. care,
Frequently she came to his farm to call
Liftin his bars with her crumpled horn;
Nimbly scalin' his garden wall,
Helpin' herself to his green sweet corn
Eatin' his cabbages, one by one,
skippin' away when her work was done.
Often the Deacon homewafd came
Hummin' byma from the house O. PRAYER,
His hopefsl heart in tranquil frame.
His soul ez calm ez the evenn' air,
His forehead smooth ez well.woru plow-
To fiud in his garden that highway COW.
His angry passions were quick to rise,
An strldfn firth with q On va ra crv
With fury blazn' from both his eyes,
Ez lightnin's fash in a summer sky
Redder an redder his face would grow
An after the critter he would 90.
Over his garden, round an round,
Breakin his pear an his apple trees,
Trampin' his melons into the ground,
overturnin his hives O. bees
Leayin' him angry an badly stung,
Wishin the old cows neck was rung.
The MOSES grew ON the garden wall,
The years want by, with Their work an play,
The boys o. the village grew strong an tall,
An the gray haired farmers passed away.
One by one. like the leaves in Fall,
But the highway cow outliyed 'em all
jug NniH5o "o WV oAS huo MIST " ltue
The things we hate will endure fur years.
The death of the wicked seems long delayed,
There is a climax to all careers.
The highway cow, at last was slain
In runnin' a with a railway train.
All into pieces at once she went
Jest like savin' banks when they fail;
Out o the world she was swiftly sent,
Leetle was left but her old stump tail.
The farmers gardens an eornfislds now
Are haunted no more by the highway COW.
Lawndale. Chicago. EUGENE ]. HALL