Omaha daily bee., 1916-08-18
BY GARRETT P. SERVISS.

Said the learned COW to her white
calf: Il do not wish you to frolic
with those brindles and reds any
more"
But, mamma" protested the white
calf, frisking its tail impatiently, they
are very funny"
And they are also very vulgar and
low-bred," returned the learned cow
They do not classify with us
"But have heard the men in the
milking-yard say that their mammas
are the best milk-givers in the world"
replied the calf fidgetily nuzzling her
mother.
"Milk-givers, indeed" exclaimed the
COW, disdainfully tossing her long,
gracefully curved, ebon-pointed horns.
Were we born into the world only
to fill pals? Listen, my child, and
will tell you what | learned last eve
ming when the master was talking
with a friend in front OF the stalls
They did not guess that | was list
ening, while | placidly chewed my
cud, and almost laughed when the
master patted me or the forehead and
said: If this COW knew her family
tree she would be proud animal. Her
ancestry runs away back of ours, and
believe that she is direct de-
scendant of the Great Bos PRINT
genius, the only strain OF the OK fam
lily blood that has survived all the
vicissitudes Of the world since the age
of the ice
81 felt lump in my throat at that,
and turned my eyes upon the master
in way which made him stop for
a moment and then say, smiling, to
his friend Why, look at her! She
seems actually to have understood
what was saying. Have we got back
to the days OF Scheherezade? Then
they both laughed, and the master
continued his talk, still patting my
head"
But who was Bos Primigenius?"
interrupted the white calf, which was
getting interested.
"A very great and proud animal,
my dear, which roamed the forests
and feared nothing and was slave to
nobody. He was the great ancestor
OF Urus, the long-horned and the
mighty, whom the warlke Julius
Caesar saw and admired in the for
ests Of Gaul and Germany. We have
his blood i'll our veins, and these
others have it not. They are degen-
crate descendants of a race inferior
to ours, who have allowed themselves
to be trained as great milk-givers,
forsooth! Look at their short, stubby
horns, their shapeless figures, and
their stupid, submissive faces!
But, mamma, who was their great
ancestor, them"
Dos Brachycerus,' replied the COW,
with contemptuous shrug. He had
little, straight horns and was, no
doubt, great coward"
But was he as old as our ancestor2"
Eyes, | suppose he was. The mas
ter said that both the races originated
before the age of ice, and lived all
through it, but ours must have been
the best. for it has survived until
now, while the other has become ex-
tinct, leaving the mongrels to repre-
sent it, like these wonderful milk-giv-
ing slaves"
"But how did our ancestor manage
to make his blood run pure so long
while the other could not?"
Native superiority, my child We
are Chillinghams, and the Chilling
hams can trace their lineage straight
back to the great white Bos, with the
long horns. The Holsteins and the
Friesians, the master said, are also
nearly pure, and close relatives of
ours, so you can play with their chill
dren."
Eyes, mamma, but the other day
there was in the field a big, hand
some, fine-looking steer, with long
horns, who, they said, came from
Texas, and who was one of the last
survivors, of his family. Oh, how he
could run, and how noble he looked