9/12 There is sea-cows, I've heared." "Oh, but this isn't one of them. I believe it's a real cow, Dick." "Not she, sir. Real cows lives in Lincolnshire, and feeds on grass. I never see 'em go in the sea, only halfway up their legs in ponds, and stand a-waggin' their tails to keep off the flies. This here's a sea-cow, sir, sartin." "It's a cow, Dick; and it has tumbled off the cliff, and is swimming for its life," said the lad, closing the glass. |