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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Is she in the barn?" "No, she's in the pastur'. 'Tain't fur." "I'll go along with you." They made their way by a short cut across a cornfield to the pasture a large ten-acre lot, covered with a scanty vegetation. The squire's cows could not be said to live in clover. "That's the critter," he said, pointing out one of the cows which was grazing near by. "Ain't she a beauty?"
"You'd better ha' come sooner," she announced. "You tell him he must drive 'em to pastur' himself, an' go arter 'em, too." "Why?" "An' you tell him to give Davie a Saturday, here an' there, to go fishin' in, an' not let him do so many chores. Now, you hear!
Then, as if afraid of seeming boastful he qualified, "Ye know I hain't got but one muel ter feed, an' the cow thar. My sheep gits thar pastur' on the volunteer grass 'mongst the rocks, an' I hev jes' got a few head ennyhows." "But why hain't ye got more, Basil! Why n't ye work more and quit wastin' yer time on that old fool fiddle!" The limits of patience were reached. The musician fired up.
Well, another time he was settin' on a stone in the lower pastur', cryin' again, and he heerd another cur'us little voice. 'T wa'n't like the posy's voice, but 'twas a little, wooly, soft, fuzzy voice, and he see 't was a caterpillar a-talkin' to him. And the caterpillar says, in his fuzzy little voice, he says, "What you cryin' for, Reuben?"
She said nothing, and he went on slowly, lingering upon the words as if he loved the prospect they conjured up. "We-uns will hev the gyardin an' orchard, an' pastur' an' woods-lot an' fields, ter tend ter, an' the cows an' bees, an' the mare an' filly, an' peegs an' poultry, ter look arter. An' the house air all tight, the roof an' all in good repair, an' we-uns will have it all ter ourselves."
The Doctors' trade is a poor one, too, they don't get barely cash enough to pay for their medicines; I never seed a country practitioner yet that made any thing worth speakin of. Then, as for preachin, why church and dissenters are pretty much tarred with the same stick, they live in the same pastur with their flocks; and, between 'em, its fed down pretty close I tell you.
It warn't safe to go a-wanderin' about there a-doin' of nothin', I tell you. Well, one arternoon, father sends me into the back pastur', to bring home the cows, 'And, says he, 'keep a stirrin', Sam, go ahead right away, and be out of the bushes afore sun-set, on account of the bears, for that's about the varmints' supper-time.
It will make you feel about among the stiffest, I tell you. It will blow your jacket out like a pig at sea. You'll have to shake a reef or two out of your waistban's and make good stowage, I guess, to carry it all under hatches. There's nothin' like a good pastur' to cover the ribs, and make the hide shine, depend on't.
He read it and laughed a little. His eyes were moist. "See here, aunt Het," he said, "mother's had a change of heart because I busted my ankle an' you took care of me an' all, an' look here! she says she wants you should use the long pastur'." Hetty dropped her apron and the chips it held. She stood silent for a moment, looking out over the meadow and wishing Willard knew.
Brer Wolf, he tuck Brer Rabbit at his word, en go off ter de pastur' en drive up de cattle en kill Brer Rabbit bes' cow. "Brer Rabbit, he hate mighty bad fer ter lose his cow, but he lay his plans, en he tell his chilluns dat he gwineter have dat beef yit.
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