My success in keeping the family cow is mainly due to the superior sense
of that animal in coming into being in a latitude where a cow can live
with as little care and protection, and where the face of unplowed and
unharrowed nature furnishes as much food for her as any other; latitude
thirty-nine.
My cow is a scrub—cost twenty dollars; had her calf on the fourteenth of
February, 1879, and we complimented the saint on whose day she came by
calling her Valentine.