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More than once Nat went to bed feeling
positively hungry.
When Nat reached the barnyard he found his uncle already there with
the milk pails and milking an old white cow called Sukey.
"Go on down the lane and drive up Jule," cried Abner Balberry,
without stopping his milking. "She just went down that way."
"All right," answered Nat, and passing through the barnyard he hurried
down the lane mentioned.
Jule was a new cow that the farmer had purchased a week before. She
did not seem inclined to herd with the other animals and Nat had had
quite a good deal of trouble with her before.
At the end of the lane was an orchard and here he found the cow,
contentedly eating the fresh grass. She tried to get away from him, but
he was too quick for the creature and soon had her turned around and

headed up the lane. Then he stopped to get an apple, for his fishing trip
had made him hungry and he knew that supper was still a good hour
off.
"I wish I had some other kind of a job," he murmured, with a sigh.
"Somehow, farming doesn't seem to be just the right thing for me. Wish
I was in some big city."
"Hurry up with that cow!" cried Abner Balberry. "Do you think I'm
going to stop here all night fer milkin'?"
"I'm coming!" sang out Nat. "Get along, Jule, you old slow poke!"
He gave the cow a slap on the side, and away she flew up the lane. The
boy followed, finishing the apple as he went.
As it happened several cows were bunched up near the entrance to the
lane and as the new cow appeared, driven by Nat, the bunch scattered.
Then Jule ran directly into the barnyard.
"Hi! hi! stop!" yelled Abner Balberry. "Drat the beast! Stop!"
But the new cow did not stop, and a moment later she stepped into a
pailful of milk, and tipped it over. Then she ran against another cow
that the farmer was milking. This cow swerved around, and in a
twinkling Abner Balberry was thrown on his back and the milk was
sent flying over him.
CHAPTER II
A QUARREL IN THE BARNYARD
The sight of Abner Balberry flat on his back, and with the milk flowing
over him, was a comical one, and for the instant Nat had to laugh
out-right.
"Hi! hi!" roared the farmer. "Git away! Drat the beasts! Now, Nat
Nason, jest see what you've done!"

He struggled to his feet, and Nat at once became sober, for he realized
that trouble was at hand.
"It's too bad, Uncle Abner----" began the youth.
"Too bad? I should say it was too bad!" cried the farmer. "An' all your
fault, too!"
"I can't see how it was my fault. You told me to drive the cow up here."
"Don't tell me, Nat Nason! It's your fault. An' all that fresh milk gone to
waste!" Abner Balberry gave a groan. "I don't know most what I'm
a-goin' to do with you fer this."
"I can't see how it's my fault."
"You made the cows git frightened."
"No, I didn't."
"Don't tell me! Don't you know that milk is worth money?"
"Yes, but----"
"You scart thet cow out o' her wits," went on the farmer, his rage
growing as he looked at the spilt milk. "Nat Nason, I tell you, you're a
bad boy!"
To this the youth made no reply.
"I'm a-goin' to teach ye a lesson fer it!"
"Shall I milk Jule?"
"Yes, an' mind ye don't spill a drop nuther!"
Silently Nat went to work, and milked not only the new cow but also
two of the others. By this time milking was over, and the lacteal fluid
was carried to the spring-house to cool. Then the cows were allowed to

wander down to the pasture for the night.
When Nat approached the kitchen again an appetizing odor of frying
fish filled the air. The boy's uncle followed him.
"Supper is ready," said Mrs. Felton, cheerfully. "You had some trouble
with the cows, didn't you?" she continued.
"It was Nat's fault," grumbled Abner Balberry. "He made them run
around an' upset everything. Nat, I said as how I was going to teach ye
a lesson. You wash up an' go to bed at once."
"Go to bed?" queried the boy.
"Thet's what I said, didn't I?"
"Do you mean right after supper?"
"No, I mean before supper," snarled Abner Balberry.
"Oh, isn't he to have his supper first?" put in the housekeeper, timidly.
"No, he ain't."
After this abrupt declaration there was an awkward pause.
"Do you want me to go to bed without my supper?" asked Nat, slowly.
"That's what I said."
"It isn't fair."