Old Bill and George managed to git her back inter the barn and
tied her up.
"As they wuz walking back to the house, old Bill said, 'Consarn her
picter, I'll make beef o' her to-morrer or my name ain't Bill Tompkins,'
When they got back to the settin'-room, George said, 'How be yer goin'
ter do it, dad?' 'Why, cut her throat,' said Bill. 'You can't do it,'
said George, 'the law sez yer must shoot her fust in the temple,' 'All
right,' said old Bill, 'you shoot and I'll carve,' So next mornin' they
led old Jinnie out with her head p'inted towards the barn. George had
loaded up the old musket, and stood 'bout thirty feet off. George
didn't know just edzactly where the cow's temple wuz, but he imagined it
must be somewhere atween her eyes, so he fired and hit her squar' in the
forehead. That was enough for old Jinnie, she jist ducked her head, and
with a roar like the bull of Bashan she put for George. He dropped the
musket and went up the ladder inter the haymow livelier'n he ever did
before, you kin bet. Old Jinnie struck the ladder and knocked it
galley-west.
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