Even the farm hands called her "Old Melancholy," and soon she got to be known by that name, or Mel, for short.

Until she got well, she was put into the cow stable, where Mr.Wood's cows all stood at night upon raised platforms of earth covered over with straw litter, and she was tied with a Dutch halter, so that she could lie down and go to sleep when she wanted to.

When she got well, she was put out to pasture with the other cows.
The horse they named "Scrub," because he could never be, under any circumstance, anything but a broken-down, plain-looking animal.

He was put into the horse stable in a stall next Fleetfoot, and as the partition was low, they could look over at each other.

In time, by dint of much doctoring, Scrub's hoofs became clean and sound, and he was able to do some work.