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Farmers are the only indispensable people on the face of the earth.
going, they needed to see a profit. And just running cattle
Dear friends, do you know that you are lucky people? You don't have any cows to lose.
The men who attempt to survive, not by means of reason, but by means of force, are attempting to survive by the method of animals.
things riding mules
They run like deer, jump like deer and think like deer.
For all-around, everyday, all-season wear, farmers can't be beat. They are inclined to chafe under the burden of leisure (a minor vexation on the farm), but they thrive on neglect and adversity.
The unproductive tillage of human cattle takes that which of right belongs to free labor, and which is necessary for the support and happiness of our own race.
Cow protection means protection of the weak, the helpless, the dumb and the deaf.
Ask me. I'm a cow expert.
Didn't people consider what could happen if armies of farm animals united in revolt?
To the factory farmer, in contrast to the traditional farmer with his sense of honor and obligation, the animals are 'production units,' and accorded all the sympathy that term suggests.
Cows are gentle, interesting animals.
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.
They are a family of cows - so humble and honest.
Farmers make culture. Nomads make war.
Without animals, something essential is removed from the minds of the farmers.
A farmer slaughters his cattle because he must eat to survive, but he also protects the herd from thieves and predators. If you leave the pen, the wolves will find you, child.
The ferocious virtues that had been necessary for survival on the American frontier were theirs: they were men who lived freely, wastefully, independently, and they lived by killing
animals as a rule, men if necessary.
Cows are the Devil's handmaidens.
But when I say 'cow', don't go running away with the idea of some decent, self-respecting cudster such as you may observe loading grass into itself in the nearest meadow.
Is that right A cattle baron It sounds strange.
Behold the Zebra on the plains, And shudder at his mighty manes!
Big hat, no cattle.
They remounted and rode across the pastures for
The best way to control cow and sheep is to give them a big grazing field.
What the fuck are cavemen doing here?
With their ship, the Horse, They ply the sea of grass, They stalk the walking mountains, With stones they make their beds.
Sheep and goats and cows
gather 'round a manger bed
to awe at a babe.
The countryside they
Cows is one thing. But one man telling another man where he can go in this country is something else.
We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.
They soared past the dark shapes of animals, grazing in the fields.
"What are they?" she asked.
"Sheep," Mason replied. "I once heard someone describe them as floating like clouds across the hills.
Following the herd reduces you to a cow.
It's the Kalkara. they're hunting.
They were a bit like cows but twice and large,
Elusive, spectacular, utterly at home, the fact of these British goshawks makes me happy. Their existence gives the lie to the thought that the wild is always something untouched by human hearts and hands. The wild can be human work. It
Windmills were giants, and the monks' mules dromedaries, flocks of sheep armies of enemies,
I'm a farm boy. If we need five people to haul in hay, we don't take one and just work them to death.
And ever since, the U.S. Army has gone confidently into battle, knowing that when cows attack, their men will be ready. For
Once they rode camels in the desert; once they drove caravans across Europe. They eat screams and drink pain. You had your horrors at the Overlook, Danny, but at least you were spared these folks.
The farmers are the founders of civilization.
Firstly, the farmers, the most stupid set of people in existence, who, clinging to feudal prejudices, burst forth in masses, ready to die rather than cease to obey those whom they, their fathers and grandfathers, had called their masters; and submitted to be trampled on and horse-whipped by.
Men and women, old and young, married and single, were ranked with horses, sheep, and swine
Red swine. Mother rapers. Eaters of the milk of thy fathers.
Where there are no oxen, the stalls are clean, But where there are abundant crops, the strength of an ox is evident.
Should I be in distress? In a meadow? You mean if the cows organize some sort of attack? I have extensive experience with cows. They almost never do that." "Forget
Contentment is for cows; a challenging purpose is for people.
So geographers, in Africa maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er uninhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns
Governments need to have both shepherds and butchers.
Never underestimate a farmer.
If they are good workmen, they may be of Asia, Africa, or Europe. They may be Mohometans, Jews or Christians of any Sect, or they may be Atheists.
Americans are good at herding Bison. The end.
The fields studded with sheep.
I am hunted by humans
Most of the Peacekeepers turn a blind eye to the few of us who hunt because they're as hungry as we are for fresh meat as anyone. In fact, they're among our best customers.
Man is a solitary animal condemned to live in herds.
Farming is backbreaking work, but at least it is honest labor. This killing isn't honest. It is thievery ... the thievery of men's lives, and no right-minded person should aspire to it.
Mkhaya's herd is a good-sized group - sixteen in all, counting the calves - and even though they are the largest land mammals on earth, they are not always easy to find. Elephants, it runs out, are surprisingly stealthy.
Sill. Their horses and weapons were confiscated, and they were imprisoned. In a field just
What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
Killing animals for sport, for pleasure, for adventure, and for hides and furs is a phenomena which is at once disgusting and distressing. There is no justification in indulging is such acts of brutality.
In every civilized society there is found a race of men who retain the instincts of the aboriginal cannibal and live upon their fellow-men as a natural food.
Respect the sheep.
Comparing the humped herds of whales with the humped herds of buffalo, which, not forty years ago, overspread by tens of thousands the prairies of Illinois and Missouri, and shook their iron manes
Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures.
It's time for us to keep better track of our livestock as they cross borders.
Sheep are not the docile, pleasant creatures of the pastoral idyll. Any countryman will tell you that. They are sly, occasionally vicious, pathologically stupid. The lenient shepherd may find his flock unruly, definant. I cannot afford to be lenient.
The lazy ox wishes for horse-trappings, and the steed wishes to plough.
[Lat., Optat ephippia bos piger, optat arare caballus.]
Cows are my passion. What I have ever sighed for has been to retreat to a Swiss farm, and live entirely surrounded by cows - and china.
Men ran after and ate horses for four hundred thousand years. The outcome is more than a love of horse flesh; it is a runner's body.
In the wilderness, only the most terrible beasts of prey cavort and gambol. Deer and rabbits play no games.
Who will tend the farm museums who will dust the day belongings?
grandmothers. Elephants
You who live your lives in cities or among peaceful ways cannot always tell whether your friends are the kind who would go through fire for you. But on the Plains one's friends have an opportunity to prove their mettle.
Only the stupidest calves choose their own butcher.
There is a road that turning always Cuts off the country of Again. Archers stand there on every side And as it runstime's deer is slain, And lies where it has lain.
Sheep, cattle, men-servants were all possessions to be sold as it pleased their masters. It were a good thing were it still so. For else no man may compel nor tame the servile folk.
Of what use is it to please the herd? They are simply coarse animals
for all that is admirable in man is the artificial product of special breeding.
You don't find cows with names any more and there aren't any farmers like Mr. Dakin, who somehow scratched a living from a herd of six milkers plus a few calves, pigs and hens.
You're searching for unicorns among mules.
Hungry people have the cunning of wild beasts.
There is not much collective security in a flock of sheep on the way to the butcher.
The active cavalry of Scythia is always followed, in their most distant and rapid incursions, by an adequate number of spare horses, who may be occasionally used, either to redouble the speed, or to satisfy the hunger, of the barbarians. Many are the resources of courage and poverty.
Farmers are respectable and interesting to me in proportion as they are poor.
Beside the road cows are lazily chewing grass. They show zero interest in the runners. They're too busy eating grass to care about all these whimsical people and their nonsensical activities. And for their part the runners don't have the leisure to pay attention to what the cows are up to, either.
I figured it out this afternoon, when they let me take a walk around the grounds, that these cows are stupid. Bovine. I knew the word, but I hadn't quite appreciated how literal it could be. I
with a cluster of other servants.
You don't have to watch many wildlife documentaries to know that the herd doesn't accept the lone straggler.
The elephants we have seen taunted and tormented and slaughtered by the likes of Safari Club do not have time to wait while the world's ethicists work out some centuries-long paradigm shift in moral thought.
Cows sometimes wear an expression resembling wonderment arrested on its way to becoming a question. In the eye of superior intelligence, on the other hand, lies the nil admirari spread out like the monotony of a cloudless sky.
Men who only live to eat.
Feed my lambs, shepherd my sheep.
Sheep are always looking for a new shepherd when the terrain gets rocky.
Civilization, or "the system" or "society" or whatever you want to call it, is best served not by mules but by free men.
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
I come from pioneer stock, developers of the West, people who went out into the wilderness and set up home with nothing but a pair of oxen.
Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, one by one.
Be the slaughterhouse for sacred cows.
The deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony and man - all belong to the same family ... The White Man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.