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Updated: June 12, 2025
To add to the hullabaloo Buttercup's blunderbuss poured forth its contents upon a group of red warriors who were rushing towards the front gate, with such a cannon-like sound and such wonderful effect, that the rush was turned into a sudden and limping retreat.
First she took the children to the pasture to see the cows. There were three of them, Bonny-Belle, Bess, and Buttercup. Beside Buttercup was the dearest little calf with long thin legs and a soft tan coat. It was Don, Buttercup's first baby. He was just two months old and very full of life and mischief. "Is that another cow over there?" said Peggy, pointing to a field beyond the pasture.
"I'll help you," I said, as I came still nearer and leaned against Buttercup's warm, yellow side so closely that she looked around from her meal from the Byrd's hand and mooed with grateful affection plus surprise to find us still standing by her so determinedly. "That is, if if I can learn myself."
"I can see a little tuft of green sticking straight up in the middle," said Uncle Cash, while Bill Peters and Moses held a lantern on each side of Buttercup's head; "but, land! It's so far down, and such a mite of a thing, I couldn't git it, even if I could use my right hand. S'pose you try, Bill." Bill hemmed and hawed, and confessed he didn't care to try.
Buttercup's grinders were of good size and excellent quality, and he had no fancy for leaving his hand within her jaws. He said he was no good at that kind of work, but that he would help Uncle Cash hold the cow's head; that was just as necessary, and considerable safer.
Elisha trembled with nervousness, but he made a dexterous and dashing entrance into the awful cavern of Buttercup's mouth; descended upon the tiny clump of green spills or spikes, wound his little fingers in among them as firmly as he could, and then gave a long, steady, determined pull with all the strength in this body.
"Then, by ginger, you can try it, sonny!" said Uncle Cash. "Now this time we'll tie her head up. Take it slow, and make a good job of it." Accordingly they pried poor Buttercup's jaws open to put a wooden gag between them, tied her head up, and kept her as still as they could while the women held the lanterns. "Now, sonny, strip up your sleeve and reach as fur down's you can!
"Yes," said Nelly softly to herself, "that is a fairy tent, and in it I may find a baby elf sick with whooping-cough or scarlet-fever. How splendid it would be! only I could never nurse such a dainty thing." Stooping eagerly, she peeped over the buttercup's drowsy head, and saw what seemed a tiny cock of hay.
It felt almost as if her face were being washed with a sticky cloth. Dot opened her sleepy blue eyes and looked right into the big brown eyes of Don, Buttercup's baby calf. "Oh! Oh!" cried the little girl. "Ma-a-a," replied Don as he frisked away. "You are a dear little thing," Dot called after him, "but I wish you wouldn't kiss me with your tongue all over my face."
"Hic-chew! All out of the woods," wheezed Dr. Chubb, as he looked at old Buttercup and the two other young cows we had been working over all night, with as fine an exaltation of achievement as any I ever saw, not excepting that of an American man of letters I witnessed take his degree at Oxford. But Sam's head was still bowed on old Buttercup's back and I went and stood beside him.
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