The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-12-11

There isn't ary milk at the next stop
plngS place, nor at the next station
! neither
Cant you stop at some farm.
house then2' asked Hiram.
!" There isn't house along the line
OF road for the next TWENTY-FIVE miles. )
There must be COWS somewhere
in the pastures insisted Hiram B.
Stebbins.
" And who's to milk them, provid-
ing we see any?' asked the conductor,
scratching his head,
is there any lady in this car THAI
can milk cow?' inquired Hiram. No
one responding, it seemed likely that
no milkmaid was aboard.
" Well, | can milk a cow said Hi
ram. i MIXED herd of 'em twenty
five years ago, and am net ashamed OF
it. Now, Mr. Conductor, that YOU
seem more amenable TO reason, you
viii allow nae to go forward. and when
spot cow the engineer has got to
stop the train, for l am bound to find
some milk for that baby
- Oh, the dear, thoughtful mani!
said all the women, and Bully for your
cried the men.
"Stobbihs went forward and took his
place at the engine, and followed him.
Cows were scarce in thnt prairie re-
gion. Steers there were III plenty, and
horses, but no cows. Sometimes the
train would slack up for a moment, as
some cattle were seen in the distance.
but they were not of the milkable kind.
A half-hour passed, when away off,
across some fences, a half-nlile distant,
a real, true eeW was seen quietly graz.
ing, She was red COW, just that
color said to give the sweetest milk.
Hiram's quick eye had sighted her at
once. He made motion to stop the
train, and we downed brakes without
whistling, for we were afraid to frighten
off that COW. One of the brakemen had
tin butter kettle, and that had been
secured clean, and off started Hiram on
the full run.
''For strange man to get to close
quarters with strange COW is no easy
matter. Hiram B. was evidently S
master in the art Of COW -corralling. AZ
first the COW seemed to avoid Hiram.
She turned and doubled, and we we've
afraid he would lose her. We could al;
see the cow stalking from the cars, and
the excitement was intense. Hiram E
managed things beautifully. May b.
she was a kind of providential cow H&
was bold, yet conciliatory. At last
Hiram, after quarter of an hours
hard work, cornered that COW. What if
she were dry? No; she wasn't There
was Hiram B. on his knees. working
away on the COW for dear life. We all
waved our handkerchiefs to him and
the COW. At last he seemed to have
drained the cow dry. There were fences
to climb, and some of them barbed-wire
ones. What if Hiram should drop his
butter kettle OF spill its precious con-
tentsP Finally he reached the cars,
and never was a hero more warmly
greeted; even the conductor was pleas
ant to him. The men followed them
selves hoarse, and some Of the women
cried, they were that excited One old
lady just smothered Hiram B. Stebbins
with her kisses. Anyhow, that poor
baby got his fill of good, sweet, fresh
milk. stopped crying, and came through
safe!'
mo sequelP" asked some of the
listeners.
mot that I know of. Hiram didn't
marry the pretty girl who was taking
care of the baby, met him three
weeks ago going north from Atlanta.
He was still travelling in feathers and
WOmen'S tiXings, He gave me q kind
OF surly nod-the oldest old rough dia-
mond you ever 'skeered up IN Y
Times.