"Let us see what it is," and she stepped inside.
I shall never forget seeing my dear Miss Laura going into that wet and filthy log house, holding up her white dress in her hands, her face a picture of pain and horror.

There were two rough stalls in it, and in the first one was tied a cow, with a calf lying beside her.

I could never have believed, if I had not seen it with my own eyes, that an animal could get so thin as that cow was.

Her backbone rose up high and sharp, her hip bones stuck away out, and all her body seemed shrunken in.

There were sores on her sides, and the smell from her stall was terrible.