Warren sheaf., 1921-01-05
TREED BY CATTLE
Childish Adventure That Might
Have Been Tragic.
Dogs lmpetuosity Got His Little. Conn
panions Into Trouble Which Near
Iy Had Serious Ending.

During my early childhood at the
old homestead in Illinois, writes con-
tributor, my older sister, Lois, my
brother, Marion, and myself, in COM
pany with neighbor girl, Martha
Wilson, had many interesting expert
ences in rambling through the woods
not far from our house.
We were accompanied on one trip by
our faithful dog, Old Bull, as we al
ways called him. While we waded
through the tangle of vines, rose
bushes and other shrubbery, Old Bull
raced through the woods in quest#of
rabbits and other game. Finally, tree
ing a squirrel, he made the woods re-
sound with his eager barks Some cat
tie grazing on the hillside raised their
heads and started out to investigate.
Others joined them, and when they
saw the dog they all made a rush for
him. Old Bull bolted for the cemetery
that we had entered out of curiosity
and, leaping the fence, took refuge
with us. My sister, Lois, scolded him
and would have quieted him, but
Martha kept sicking him at them.
He needed very little encourage
ment, and his constant barking and
| the bawling of the cattle attracted the
attention of all the other cattle, and
they came galloping UP to join in the
fray. AS the fence did not appear very
|. strong, Martha and Lois decided that
we had better try to slip out at the
| opposite side of the cemetery. This
| plan might have worked successfully
if had been older, but was only
five years old and very badly fright
ened. Old Bull followed us, barking
as he went, and the cattle were close
| behind. We had gone only a short dis
| tance from the cemetery when the
whole drove came plunging and bawl-
ing after us. j
| Fortunately, there was a fallen tree
in which we took refuge, but as it was
only a few feet from the ground we
were safe only as long as Old Bull
could hold them at bay. Martha and
Marion kept sicl1ing him at the cattle,
while Lois tried to quiet me. The
| noise of the dog and Of the cattle
threw me into q paroxysm of terror.
The cattle, standing all about us,
would below and bawl toss their
horns and paw up the ground Sud
denly one made lunge for the dog.
and he ran back under our fallen tree,
and the cattle moved in a little closer
| Then the dog redoubled his efforts
and dashed frantically at the cattle,
| first in one direction, then in another.
But Old Bull was becoming exhaust
ed, and the cattle We're gradually clos
| ing in They acted more like wild
beasts than domesticated cattle
Even Martha was frightened, al
| though she was too brave to cry. The
| maddened animals would soon toss us
| on their horns and trample us under
foot Desperately the dog made his
| last rush and then dropped back un-
| der our tree exhausted.
The cattle were rushing in upon us
with loud bellows when farmer
heard the deafening noise and came
running toward us. He seized big
club and, calling up his two dogs,
drove the cattle back to safe dis
| tance.
Martha and Lois had almost to carry
me, for l. was prostrated from the
fright and the noise.
Old Bull, after a good drink of wa
ter crept under the welcome shade of
an old apple tree, and our mothers
welcomed us with open arms when
they saw our disheyeled appearance.
Youths Companion.