The steer asks the visitor if he does not want to look through the car,
when he says he would like to if it is not too much trouble. The
steer says it is no trouble at all, at the same time shaking his horns as
though he was mad, and kicking some of the gilding off of a stateroom.
"This," says the steer who is doing the honors, "is the stateroom occupied
by old Brindle, who is being shipped from St. Joseph, Mo. Brindle weighs
1,600 on foot--Brindle, get up and show yourself to the gentleman."
Brindle kicks off the red blanket, rolls her eyes in a lazy sort of way,
bellows, and stands up in the berth, humps up her back so it raises the
upper berth and causes a heifer that is trying to sleep off a debauch of
bran mash, to kick like a steer, and then looks at the interviewer as much
as to say, "O, go on now and give us a rest." Brindle turns her head to a
fountain that is near, in which Apollinaris water is flowing, perfumed
with new mown hay, drinks, turns her head and licks her back, and stops
and thinks, and then looking around as much as to say, "Gentlemen, you
will have to excuse me," lays down with her head on a pillow, pulls the
coverlid over her and begins to snore.
The attendant steer steers the visitor along the next apartment, which is
a large one, filled with cattle in all positions.
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