The cowhouse for the more valuable cows was just behind the house.

Walking across the yard, passing a snowdrift by the lilac tree, he went into the cowhouse.

There was the warm, steamy smell of dung when the frozen door was opened, and the cows, astonished at the unfamiliar light of the lantern, stirred on the fresh straw.

He caught a glimpse of the broad, smooth, black and piebald back of Hollandka.

Berkoot, the bull, was lying down with his ring in his lip, and seemed about to get up, but thought better of it, and only gave two snorts as they passed by him.

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