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By GERALD S. HAWKINS
Rappahannock News Contributing Writer
The main crop on the farm is grass-with-clover hay, and I haven’t yet ventured into raising cattle, so Jhe day my wife, Julia, saw cattle on the property, she was naturally surprised.
|| Glancing through the kitchen jtqrindow toward Turkey Ridge, she few a herd grazing in the stubble. SPwo brothers, Joe and Harry, were !»ing our neighbor’s land by arrangement for winter pasture and calving. What had happened was that a black bull had broken through the fence onto our farm, and some of the cows in the herd had followed. U I telephoned Joe, explaining the
problem, and I asked him to come for his cattle. Joe and Harry arrived *4 an old Buick, and quickly got the fcfragglers, including the bull, back jlfross the line. The Buick, which hjas a battered green sedan, slid
er the meadow and climbed up the
issy hill like a low-slung lizard,
ith hammer, nails and wirertfretcher, Joe and Harry quickly beg^n the job of putting five good Ifrands of barbed wire across the
■ The cold sun had set behind the tdg, and as Joe tightened strand number four I heard a distant thundering in the darkness. Suddenly the tfogue bull rushed down the hillside, crashed over the wires and disappeared into what we call the “ravine.”
That was a part of our farm we seldom entered. It harbored some fox dens, deer beds and other signs of wildlife, but it was rocky, steepsided and difficult to penetrate. But Joe and Harry chased into the ravine after the bull, shouting loudly and waving their arms.
Unfortunately, they were not
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