A friend of mine, a pastoral philosopher, whom I have consulted in regard to the master cow, thinks it is seldom the case that one rules all the herd, if it number many, but that there is often one that will rule nearly all.  “Curiously enough,” he says, “a case like this will often occur:  No. 1 will whip No. 2; No. 2 whips No. 3; and No. 3 whips No. 1; so around in a circle.  This is not a mistake; it is often the case.  I remember,” he continued, “we once had feeding out of a large bin in the centre of the yard six cows who mastered right through in succession from No. 1 to No. 6; but No. 6 paid off the score by whipping No. 1. I often watched them when they were all trying to feed out of the box, and of course trying, dog-in-the-manger fashion, each to prevent any other she could.  They would often get in the order to do it very systematically, since they could keep rotating about the box till the chain happened to get broken somewhere, when there would be confusion.  Their mastership, you know, like that between nations, is constantly changing.  There are always Napoleons who hold their own through many vicissitudes; but the ordinary cow is continually liable to lose her foothold.  Some cow she has always despised, and has often sent tossing across the yard at her horns’ ends, some pleasant morning will return the compliment and pay off old scores.”

But my own observation has been that, in herds in which there have been no important changes for several years, the question of might gets pretty well settled, and some one cow becomes the acknowledged ruler.

The bully of the yard is never the master, but usually a second or third rate pusher that never loses an opportunity to hook those beneath her, or to gore the masters if she can get them in a tight place.  If such a one can get loose in the stable, she is quite certain to do mischief.  She delights to pause in the open bars and turn and keep those behind her at bay till she sees a pair of threatening horns pressing toward her, when she quickly passes on.  As one cow masters all, so there is one cow that is mastered by all.  These are the two extremes of the herd, the head and the tail.  Between them are all grades of authority, with none so poor but hath some poorer to do her reverence.

The cow has evidently come down to us from a wild or semi-wild state; perhaps is a descendant of those wild, shaggy cattle of which a small band is still preserved in some nobleman’s park in Scotland.  Cuvier seems to have been of this opinion.  One of the ways in which her wild instincts still crop out is the disposition she shows in spring to hide her calf,—­a common practice among the wild herds.  Her wild nature would be likely to come to the surface at this crisis if ever; and I have known cows that practiced great secrecy in dropping their calves.  As their time approached, they grew restless, a wild and excited look was upon them; and if left free, they generally set out for the woods,