Once a man down south was going to have one, and he and his boys and friends were talking it over.

There was an ugly, black steer in the herd, and they were wondering whether their old yellow dog would be able to manage him.

The dog's name was Tige, and he lay and listened wisely to their talk.

The next day there was a scene of great confusion.

The steer raged and tore about, and would allow no one to come within whip touch of him.