A MAD HEWER
The conversation was evidently on the sub- ject of bulls and their temperament, and I listened to two accounts of narrow escapes from mad bulls before the little man spoke up. 'hit not so bad, a bad bull,' he observed. 'You get to know he's bad-tempered like. He's like you or me—gets liverish as he goes on. It's heifers you got to watch out for. We had one near done for me. She was in the yard, see, an' the boss said, "You go an' let that heifer out, Evan. She's been shut 'up too long." Well, I goes an' lets her out. She runs across the grass, dips her horns an' gets them fast in the loops of a pig trough, then she runs off with the trough hangin' on her head. Well, I couldn't let her go about like that, so I runs after her. She ran fast an' ran faster. Just when I nearly caught up with her she tosses her head like an' over comes that great big heavy trough. Buried itself in the ground at me feet—missed me by inches! That's what you can expect from a heifer.'
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