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put it once round the gallows…post； and pulled…pulled like sailors。 Dad hung on close to the cow's head； while Joe kicked her with his bare foot and screwed her tail。
〃Steady！〃 said Dad； 〃that'll about do。〃 Then； turning to the women as he mounted a rail and held the axe above the cow's head： 〃Hang on there now！〃 They closed their eyes and sat back。 The cow was very patient。 Dad extended himself for a great effort； but hesitated。 Joe called out： 〃L…l…ook out th' axe dud…dud…don't fly and gug…gug…get me； Dad！〃 Dad glanced quickly at it； and took aim again。 Down it came； whish！ But the cow moved； and he only grazed her cheek。 She bellowed and pulled back； and Mother and Sal groaned and let the rope go。 The cow swung round and charged Joe； who was standing with his mouth open。 But only a charge of shot could catch Joe； he mounted the rails like a cat and shook his hat at the beast below。
After Dad had nearly brained her with a rail the cow was dragged to the post again； and this time Dad made no mistake。 Down she dropped； and； before she could give her last kick； all of us entered the yard and approached her boldly。 Dad danced about excitedly； asking for the long knife。 Nobody knew where it was。 〃DAMN it； where is it？〃 he cried； impatiently。 Everyone flew round in search of it but Joe。 HE was curious to know if the cow was in milk。 Dad noticed him； sprang upon him； seized him by the shirt collar and swung him round and trailed him through the yard； saying： 〃Find me th' knife； d' y' HEAR？〃 It seemed to sharpen Joe's memory； for he suddenly remembered having stuck it in one of the rails。
Dad bled the beast； but it was late before he had it skinned and dressed。 When the carcase was hoisted to the gallowsand it seemed gruesome enough as it hung there in the pallid light of the moon； with the night birds dismally wailing like mourners from the lonely treeswe went home and had supper。
Christmas Eve。 Mother and Sal had just finished papering the walls； and we were busy decorating the place with green boughs； when Sandy and Kate； in their best clothesKate seated behind a well…filled pillow…slip strapped on the front of her saddle； Sandy with the baby in front of himcame jogging along the lane。 There was commotion！ Everything was thrown aside to receive them。 They were surrounded at the slip…rails； and when they got downtalk about kissing！ Dad was the only one who escaped。 When the hugging commenced he poked his head under the flap of Kate's saddle and commenced unbuckling the girth。 Dad had been at such receptions before。 But Sandy took it all meekly。 And the baby！ （the dear little thing） they scrimmaged about it； and mugged it； and fought for possession of it until Sandy became alarmed and asked them to 〃Mind！〃
Inside they sat and drank tea and talked about things that had happened and things that had n't happened。 Then they got back to the baby and disagreed on the question of family likeness。 Kate thought the youngster was the dead image of Sandy about the mouth and eyes。 Sal said it had Dad's nose； while Mother was reminded of her dear old grandmother every time the infant smiled。 Joe ventured to think it resembled Paddy Maloney far more than it did Sandy； and was told to run away and put the calves in。 The child was n't yet christened； and the rest of the evening was spent selecting a name for it。 Almost every appellation under the sun was suggested and promptly rejected。 They could n't hit on a suitable one； and Kate would n't have anything that was n't nice； till at last Dad thought of one that pleased everybody〃Jim！〃
After supper； Kate started playing the concertina； and the Andersons and Maloneys and several others dropped in。 Dad was pleased to see them； he wished them all a merry Christmas； and they wished him the same and many of them。 Then the table was put outside； and the room cleared for a dance。 The young people took the floor and waltzed； I dare say； for milestheir heads as they whirled around tossing the green bushes that dangled from the rafters； while the old people； with beaming faces； sat admiring them； and swaying their heads about and beating time to the music by patting the floor with their feet。 Someone called out 〃Faster！〃 Kate gave it faster。 Then to see them and to hear the rattle of the boots upon the floor！ You'd think they were being carried away in a whirlwind。 All but Sal and Paddy Maloney gave up and leant against the wall； and puffed and mopped their faces and their necks with their pocket…handkerchiefs。
Faster still went the music； faster whirled Sal and Paddy Maloney。 And Paddy was on his mettle。 He was lifting Sal off her feet。 But Kate was showing signs of distress。 She leaned forward； jerked her head about； and tugged desperately at the concertina till both handles left it。 That ended the tussle； and Paddy spread himself on the floor； his back to the wall； his legs extending to the centre of the room； his chin on his chest； and rested。
Then enjoyment at high tide； another dance proposed； Sal trying hard to persuade Dad to take Mother or Mrs。 Maloney up； Dad saying 〃Tut； tut； tut！〃when in popped Dave； and stood near the door。 He had n't changed his clothes； and was grease from top to toe。 A saddle…strap was in one hand； his Sunday clothes； tied up in a handkerchief； in the other； and his presence made the room smell just like a woolshed。
〃Hello； Dave！〃 shouted everyone。 He said 〃Well！〃 and dropped his hat in a corner。 No fuss； no kissing； no nothing about Dave。 Mother asked if he did n't see Kate and Sandy （both were smiling across the room at him）； and he said 〃Yairs〃； then went out to have a wash。
All night they danceduntil the cocks crewuntil the darkness gave way to the dawnuntil the fowls left the roost and came round the dooruntil it was Christmas Day！
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