Don't let them come near me." "No, that I won't," answered Turkey, brandishing his club to give me confidence, "_I_'ll give it them, if they look at you from between their ugly horns." "Turkey," I said, for I had often pondered the matter during my illness, "how did Hawkie behave while you were away with me--that day, you know ?" "She ate about half a rick of green corn," answered Turkey, coolly.
"But she had the worst of it.

They had to make a hole in her side, or she would have died.

There she is off to the turnips!" He was after her with shout and flourish.

Hawkie heard and obeyed, turning round on her hind-legs with a sudden start, for she knew from his voice that he was in a dangerously energetic mood.
"You'll be all right again soon," he said, coming quietly back to me.

Kirsty had gone to the farmhouse, leaving me with injunctions to Turkey concerning me.
"Oh yes, I'm nearly well now; only I can't walk yet." "Will you come on my back ?" he said.
When Kirsty returned to take me home, there was I following the cows on Turkey's back, riding him about wherever I chose; for my horse was obedient as only a dog, or a horse, or a servant from love can be.