A British Islander | Page 4

tell when she was
being talked about. She came straight to her own rescue, as you might
say, and Dr. McCurdy, poor man, was very polite, but not cheerful. If
we had known then what he had been yelling in the woods, we should
have understood better why Captain Markley seemed to pluck up and
strut at the sight of him.
I think Mrs. Gunning determined to finish the business that very hour.
She met Dr. McCurdy with all the sweetness she could put into her
manner just before she intended to pounce the hardest.
"I have been showing the captain my chickens," she says, "and now I
want to show you my cows."
Dr. McCurdy thanked her, and said he would be delighted to see the
cows, but he stuck to Juliana like a shadow. Maybe he expected the
cows would give him a further excuse for being with her. But Mrs.
Gunning cut him off there. She gave her keys to her niece, and says
she:
"Go in the house, my dear, and set out the decanter and glasses, and
give Captain Markley a glass of wine to keep him until we come back.
I want to tell him something more about that Shanghai rooster."
Juliana understood, and took the keys, and rolled her eyes tantalizingly
at Dr. McCurdy. The poor fellow made a stand, and said the cows
would do some other time, and mightn't he beg for a glass of wine too,
after his walk?
"Certainly, doctor, certainly," says Mrs. Gunning, leading the way to
the front sally-port. "We expect you to take a glass with us. But while
Juliana sets out the decanter, let us look at the cows."
She hadn't mentioned me, but I didn't care for that, knowing Mrs.

Gunning as I did. I should have followed if she Hadn't beckoned to me,
for I was as determined to see the affair through as she was to finish it.
We had to go down that long path from the front sally-port to the street,
and then turn into the field at the foot of the hill, where the fort stables
are. Mrs. Gunning talked all the time about cattle, flourishing her
parasol and flashing her diamonds and emeralds in the sun, and telling
Dr. McCurdy she had intended to ask his opinion about them ever since
his arrival on the island. He answered yes, and no, and seemed to be
thinking of anything but cattle.
Mackinac cows tinkled their bells in every thicket. But Mrs. Gunning's
pets were brought in morning and afternoon to clean, well-lighted stalls.
There they stood in a row, sleek as if they had been curried--and I have
heard that she did curry them herself--all switching natural tails except
one. And, as sure as you live, that cow had a false tail that Mrs.
Gunning had made for her!
She took hold of it and showed it to us. It did not seem very funny to
Dr. McCurdy, but he had to listen to what she said.
"Spotty was a fine cow, but by some accident she had lost her tail, and I
got her cheaper on that account," says Mrs. Gunning. "You don't know
how distressing it was to see her switching a stump. So I made her a tail
of whalebone and India-rubber and yarn. I knit it myself."
The poor fellow looked up at the fort and said: "Yes. It is very
interesting/ Mrs. Gunning."
"I am aware," says she, "that the expedient was never hit upon before.
But Spotty's brush is a great success. It used to make me unhappy to
think of leaving this post. All the other cows might find good homes
with new owners; but who would care for Spotty? Since I have
supplied her deficiency, however, and know that the supply can
constantly be renewed, my mind is easy about her. If you ever have to
knit a cow's tail, doctor, remember the foundations are whalebone and
India-rubber; and I would advise you to use the coarsest yarn you can
find for the brush."

"I will, Mrs. Gunning," he says, like a man who wanted to lie down in
the straw and die. And I couldn't laugh and relieve myself, because it
was like laughing at him.
"Now that shows," says Mrs. Gunning, and she pounced at him and
shook her parasol in his face so vigorously that she ripped in the back
the same as a chrysalis, "how easy it is to remedy a seemingly incurable
injury."
If he didn't understand her then, he did afterwards. But he looked as if
he couldn't endure it any longer, and made for the door.
"Stop, Dr. McCurdy," says she. "You haven't heard these cows'
pedigrees."
He stopped, and said: "How long are the pedigrees?"