From such a personage I expected even-handed
justice. My bull had been pronounced the best
bull in the show by quite a number of Short-
horn breeders, and was almost the universal
choice of the multitude. They were so out-
spoken in his favor that I thought I had an
easy walk-away. Imagine my surprise when I
found he was not noticed by the judges any
more than a yellow dog would have been outside
the ring, and the 1st and 2d ribbons were tied
upon Shorthorn bulls.
As I led my bull from the ring a prominent


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Shorthorn breeder remarked: “Well, the white-
faced bull is the best bull on the grounds, if he
did not get a ribbon.” “That’s what I say.”
“T. say so too,’ and other like remarks from
the bystanders, caused a crowd to gather around
the deeply-wronged animal and he was viewed
over and over again, and in ten minutes he had
as many friends as anybody. I felt the in-
justice so keenly that 1 could scarcely conduct
myself with proper decorum, and when the
Honorable Ross came round to see what the
row was about, I addressed him thus: ‘Well,
Uncle Billy, I would like you to take a look


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the result was the same as in the bull ring and
the crowd became so outspoken that the super-
intendent announced, that, owing to the dis-
satisfaction among the “outsiders,” he would
postpone the exhibit of herds competing for
sweepstakes honors until the next day and then
he would try and secure new judges to pass
upon them.
