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lane near her cottage and he couldn’t get it to move and
he went up to her place and he knocked on the door and she
opened it and before he could open his mouth she said, “Yer
cow’s ill, Weaver” . . . just like that. . . And then she said—“
“Was that the old brindled cow what your dad had?” said Carter.
“No, it were my kitchen
and comes back with a couple of big red pills, and she—“
“How’d it get crumpled, then?” said Carter.
“—and she gave him one of the pills and said, ‘What you do, you raise the old cow’s tail and shove this pill where the sun don’t shine, and in half a minute she’ll be up and run-ning as fast as she canuncle had the brindled cow, we had theone with the crumpled horn,” said Weaver. “Anyway—““Could have sworn it was brindled,” said Carter. “I remember my dad looking at it over the hedge one day and saying, ‘That’s fine brindling on that cow, you don’t get brin-dling like that these days.’ That was when you had that old field alongside Cabb’s Well.”148“We never had that field, it was my cousin had thatfield,” said Weaver. “Anyway—““You sure?”“Anyway,” said Weaver, she said, “You wait there, I’ll giveyou something for it,” and she goes out into her back