The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1895-06-15

early morning, and everything brenthed
the freshness OF the new day. The
grass and daisies along the road were
bright with the drops of dew, the
birds SANG in the trees and the air
was cool and sweet. Pleasant things
were all about Tom as he drove his
COWS. A good breakfast awaited him,
he knew, and many things of interest
would make the day pass agreeably TO
him.
You would suppose Tom might DO In
q good humor with himself and all the
world? Perhaps he was, but that did
not prevent him picking up stone
and hurting 1t with cruel force at old
Brindle, who led the small herd.
Hurry up, you old slowfooti"
With whacks and blows from heavy
switch he hurried all the gentle ami
mails into a trot. wisely, however, al
lowing II TO subsidc before they came
within sight Of the farmyard-
Carlo, the house dog, lay on back
porch at some distance from the yard.
Before letting down the bars Tom took
shooter from his pocket He was
proud of his aim. More than one bird
had felt the sting of IL.
A howl from Carlo showed that
Toms skill justified his opinion OF 1t.
The poor dog sprang up. and, with a
quick glance about him, ran around
the house out of sight
1t was too good not to be repeated.
On the ridge pole OF a shed near were
half a dozen fine white brahmns, trim
ming their feathers, with quiet cackles,
as II expressing 70 each other their APP
prevail of the days outlook.
Snat--again went the gun. With
squawk one of the hens fell over,
while the others dispersed, with cack-
les now disturbed and excited.
All this while the cows were leisurely
coming up to the bars Tom let them
down. and impaticntly waited while
they passed through.
Mellow, old Sawdustl Want bite
of grass?"
His grandfather's horse was tied to
the fence waiting for the old gentle
man 70 take his usual leisurely morning
ride about the farm.
Quick as a fash Tom had gathered a
handful OF grass which he held out to
him. Sawdust shifted at 1t, then, in
the dainty manner Of his kind. opened
his lips for taste.
But all relish for the morsel was lost
an the prick of the thistle hidden In
the deceptive treat Sawdust drew
violently back and reared. breaking
his hitching strap-not by any means
q new one, but considered all-suffcient
for horse of his always staid de-
meanor.
There was sudden disturbance
among the cows as Snwdust carecred
about the barnyard as II possessed with
the idea that he had gone back to the
days of his colthood.
Mike, the hired man, ran out Of the
stable and seized tho bit OF broken
strap hanging TO his neck in time 10
prevent any mischief being done. AS
Mike, while leading the horse TO the
barn for another strap, looked keenly
about as II in search OF n cause for the
disturbance, Tom quietly disappeared
and made his way in to breakfast.
Half an hour later he again walked
towards the farm-yard, passing the
chicken-house, where Susan, the maid,
was feeding the pretty fowls gathered
there.
II can't guess what's come 70 this
hen,r pointing to one which lay on the
ground
She stopped and set II on its feet, but
II fell over again.
Looks as II it's leg was broke, poor
thingl" said Susan, with a sorrowful
shake OF her head.
Tom at once recognized II for the
hen which had played the part Of tar