I've been trying to milk her for three or four hours, and can't get a drop.

Might as well attempt to milk a clothes-horse.

Regular fraud!" "This is very extraordinary," exclaimed the judge.
"Yes, sir; and she's wicked.

I never saw such a disposition in a cow.
Why, while I was working with her she kicked like a flint-lock musket; butted and rared around.

I'd rather fool with a tiger than with a cow like that." So the judge drove over to the Rising Sun to see Smith about it; and when he complained that Smith had sold him a worthless and vicious beast, and a dry cow at that, Smith said there must be some mistake about it.