John McKelvey came with his great dog, Watch.

He went up into the meadow, and Watch staid in the kitchen.

I started to go to the garden for parsley, and found Tom crouched to spring on a cow.

He made the leap, came short of the cow, which ran away bellowing with terror, and Tom had but touched the ground when Watch sprang upon him.

It was a sight for an amphitheatre.