You see it wuz like this:
One spring Si Pettingill wuz goin' out to
Mizoori to be gone 'bout a year, and he'd
sold off 'bout all his things 'cept one cow,
and he didn't want to part with the cow,
'cause she wuz a mighty good milker, so he
struck a bargin with Lige Willet. Lige wuz
to keep the cow, paster and feed her, and
generally take keer on her fer the milk she
giv. Wall, finally Si cum hum, and he went
to Lige's place one day and sed: "Wall,
Lige, I've cum over to git my cow." And
Lige sed: "Cum after your cow? Wall,
if you've got any cow round here I'll be
durned if I know it." Si sed: "Wall,
Lige, I left my cow with you." And Lige
sed: "Wall, that's a year ago, and she's et
her head off two or three times since then."
So Si sed: "Wall, Lige, you've had her
milk fer her keep." And Lige sed: "Milk
be durned, she went dry three weeks after
you left, and she ain't give any milk since,
and near as I can figger it out, seems to me
as how I've pestered her and fed her all this
time, she's my cow." Si sed: "No, Lige,
that wa'nt the bargin." But Lige sed:
"Bargin or no bargin, I've got her, and
seein' as how posession is 'bout nine points
in the law, I'm goin' to keep her."
So they went to law about it, and all
Punkin Centre turned out to heer the trial.
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