Then she bellowed and reared in the bail and fell down, her head screwed the wrong way, and lay with her tongue out moaning.
Dad rose and spat out dirt.
"Dear me!" Mother said, "it's a WILD cow y' bought." "Not at all," Dad answered; "she's a bit touchy, that's all." "She tut-tut--TUTCHED YOU orright, Dad," Joe said from the top of the yard.
Dad looked up.

"Get down outer THAT!" he yelled.

"No wonder the damn cow's frightened." Joe got down.
Dad brought "Dummy" to her senses with a few heavy kicks on her nose, and proceeded to milk her again.

"Dummy" kicked and kicked.

Dad tugged and tugged at her teats, but no milk came.