So, as I know'd if they once had a fair fight and found out which was master, they'd be good friends afterwards, I thought the best thing to do would be to let 'em fight it out, when there was nothin' else for 'em to do.

So I fixed up things for the combat." "Why, Pomona!" cried Euphemia, "I didn't think you were capable of such a cruel thing." "It looks that way, ma'am, but really it aint," replied the girl.

"It seemed to me as if it would be a mercy to both of 'em to have the thing settled.

So I cleared away a place in front of the wood-shed and unchained Lord Edward, and then I opened the kitchen door and called the bull.

Out he came, with his teeth a-showin', and his blood-shot eyes, and his crooked front legs.