This afternoon, as Dad approached his dumb patient, he suddenly put down
the bucket of water which he was carrying and ran, shouting angrily. A
flock of crows flew away from Farmer and "cawed" from a tree close by.
Dad was excited, and when he saw that one of the animal's eyes was gone
and a stream of blood trickled over its nose he sat down and hid his face
in his big rough hands.
"CAW, CAW!" came from the tree.
Dad rose and looked up.
" CURSE you!" he hissed--"you black wretches of hell!"
"CAW, CAW, CAW"
He ran towards the tree as though he would hurl it to the ground, and away
flew the crows.
Joe arrived.
"W-w-wuz they at him, Dad?"
Dad turned on him, trembling with rage.
"Oh, YOU son of the Devil!" he commenced. "YOU worthless pup, you! Look
there! Do you see that?" (He pointed to the horse.) "Did n't I tell you
to mind him? Did n'--"
"Yes," snivelled Joe; "but Anderson's dog had a k-k-k-angaroo bailed up."
"DAMN you, be off out of this!" And Dad aimed a block of wood at Joe which
struck him on the back as he made away. But nothing short of two broken
legs would stop Joe, who the next instant had dashed among the corn like
an emu into a scrub.
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