With men and boys she was meek enough, but no person wearing skirts, and alone, might venture in that field without being chased by that cow.

What would happen if the pursued one was caught could only be surmised, for, so far, no female had permitted herself to be caught.

Few would come even so near as the other side of the pasture walls.
Bos'n had forgotten the cow.

She had gone from one golden-rod clump to another until she had traversed nearly the length of the field.

Then the vicious creature had appeared from behind a knoll in the pasture and, head down and bellowing wickedly, had rushed upon her.