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Title: History of Hereford cattle : proven conclusively the oldest of improved breeds
Identifier: cu31924081040077 (find matches)
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Miller, T. L. (Timothy Lathrop), 1817-1900; Sotham, Wm. H. (William H. )
Subjects: Hereford cattle
Publisher: Chillicothe, Mo. : T. F. B. Sotham
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
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318 H I S T (J i; \ 0 F li E R E F 0 RU CATTLE pen, the ewes, I'ii^lit, in another. 1 nevei- saw a man enjoy anything more than the Captain did in viewing this stock. "Remember, iVLr. Hewer," said he, "I am a Connecticut Yankee, and like to ask questions. How do you manage to raise such stock as this, and keep them in such fine condition ? Why, the cattle look all alike, and the sheep all alike; how can you tell them apart ?" "I know every sheep in my Hock ;jy its face, as you know your children. The cattle are also familiar to me from calves. I like all of them as I do my family. I do not like to sell any of
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SOME SHADBLAND MATRONS. (Herd of the late Adams Earl, Lafayette, Ind.) my best, but as my old friend and I have been attached to each other from school boys to- gether, I could not do less than let him have some of them. He bought the Cotswold rams at my sale and I think they are a good lot. Five of the ewes took first prize at the Royal Show at Oxford, 1839. I should be very sorry to have my culls go to America under such cir- cumstances." "There is something in that," said the Cap- tain, and we all agreed it was an amicable trade, and no man could feel more proper pride than the Captain that he was going to convey such stock to his country. As the Captain had to leave in the 4 o'clock coach, we made for home, and on our way had another course. This made the fifth hare. "Now," said the Captain, "Mr. Charles Dickens, of Pickwick fame, is going out in my vessel this trip, and if you will say which day you will be in London, I will invite him to dine with us on the vessel." So we agreed to be there three days before sailing day. The five hares were packed in a flag basket, and checked to Captain Morgan's quarters in London, and the Captain departed, saying that he never had such a pleas- ant time in his life. At tlie entrance of the dock we met the Cap- tain. As soon as he caught sight of us he hailed tis with his new Northleach hat in hand, and with a laugh bearing no deceit, a most hearty grip was exchanged. On our way along the dock ()\ 111) there was one of the greatest old hags that could possibly be beheld. The Cap- tain gave me a flat-handed slap on the back. "Do you see that beautiful female ?" said he. "What would you do if there was no other in the world ?" "Well, Captain," said I, "I am at a loss to decide in haste. What would you do?" "1 would wash her up and take her." We entered the cabin of the Hendrick Hud- sou, full of merriment on our past actions. "We dine at five," said the Captain, "and Mr. Dick- ens will be on hand." Mr. Griswold, then the .senior proprietor of the firm of the London Packets, was in Lon- don, and was invited to meet us. About half an hour before dinner we all met on deck. I had met Mr. Griswold before, in New York, and after a formal introduction to Mr. Dickens, the C!aptain began to give a sketch of his visit in the country, and his merry way of telling it was capital, "I ate crow there," said he, "and it was magnificent;" he explained why it was so. Mr. G. understood what was meant by "eating crow" in America, but Mr. Dickens did not un- til he heard the Captain's explanation. The bell rang for dinner in the cabin; there was a nice boiled leg of mutton and turnips. To this we did justice. Then came one of the coursed hares. Had her.head been put in a crouching position instead of up, she would have resembled one sitting in her form. "So-ho." said the Captain, "shall 1 cut her up, Mr. Hewer?" "I suppose that is what you rn(;an to do," said he, "and that will be the end of her." "Is that the hare that went through the Cap- tain's hat?" said Mr. Griswold. The port, sherry and champagne was ordered in to wash her down, and the steward had cooked her to a charm ; the port wine sauce and the currani jelly to encourage the appetite were all that could be desired. The Captain's peculiar history of his visit was highly interesting, as he told it with such glee. When we came upon deck the tide had come in, and the vessel was far above the dock. Mr. Hewer said, "How are vou going to get the cattle into this vessel?" the Captain looked at me as much as to say, "we have the joke on Hewer now." He called the first mate' "Mr. Starks," said he, "take Mr. Hewer down below and show him where you are going to cut the hole by the side of the ship for the cattle to

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