The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1886-03-05
VOL. XXXI---NO. 10.


There is nothing that demands statesman
ship of high order rs much as the driving
| ola COW with young calf to any particular
| place Two Dallas Colored men undertook
| a Job of this character and although they
| gave the matter their careful attention, the
| result WAS very far from satisfactory to any
| body but the COW, which seemed to enjoy 1t
| very much s IN and Bill were TO get a dol
| lar TO take the COW and calf and put them in
the yard Of the owner, Mr.. Thomas Carlyle,
who lives at the south end Of Elm street
After trying in vain TO get the cow to under
| stand in which direction they preferred she
should go, Sam and Bill called u cabinet
meeting, at which the following campaign
plan was agreed upon; Sam was to take up
The calf in his arms and go ahead, while Bill
was 10 hold the COW back by the rope which
was fastened 10 her horns.
"Ef she goes too fast" said Bin, "l'll jest
bold her back"
And eff she don't follow fast enough, I'll
jest twist de calf's tail, and den she will come
right along" said Sam.
Sam took up the calfand went ahead, while
Bill, in order to get Il real good hold, tied the
rope around his wrist. The procession pro-
ceeded slowly in the desired direction, and
would have reached IFS destination in safety
had not Satan tempted Bill to get of joke
on Sam, SO he called out:
Sam, jest twist dat calls tail"
Sam did so, and the calf bleated as if it
was opposed TO an encore to the perlor-
nance
The old COW began to trot So did Sam,
holding or to the calf as if he had stolen it,
Then the fun began. For every once in a
while the COW would polish her horns in the
ceiling of Sans pants. Bill could not get
his hands out of the rope, and, as he had
short legs, he had hard work keeping up with
the procession, or rather in not letting go.
He ran SO fast that The kinks in his wool
Strengthened out Finally he gasped:
Sam ontwst dat calls tail"
Sans legs moved so rapidly that they
looked like the spokes Of buggy, but he
called back
Look out dar, don't let go dat rope, de
cows ganin' on me-"
"Drap de cat, SAM" called poor Bill, whose
arm was coming out of It's socket. "Drap de
CAT, for ! cant keep up wild de COW. Go
slow, or I'll turn de COW loose on YOU"
which, however, was more than he was able
to do.
Bill made the next fifty yards on his back,
he still most unwllingly retaining his hold
on the rope. Fortunately, the COW overlook
Sam, and in return for his kindness in pick
ing up the calf, she picked him up on her
horns and threw him over into Mr. Carlyle's
yard. Bill, who was rather tired of chasing
the COW, thought he would climb over and
see what Sam was doing She appeared to
understand his wishes in that direction, so
she started on run to help him out, or
rather in. She was little late but he went
about ten feet further into the field than he
would have done without her assistance.
There was neither of them so badly hurt as
they were when old Carlyle came and told
them that the contract was that they should
put the cow in the yard. Instead of that,
The COW had put them in the yard, so the dol
lar belonged to himself as the owner of the
cow.
1t is thought n lawsuit will grow out of the
Traceler.