A few weeks ago a cow belonging to one of our citizens, was purchased by a gentleman who owns saw mills at the north, for the purpose of carrying her to Pensuckie, a place some twenty-five miles north of Green Bay. The old cow with her calf, was accordingly driven down the pier, and hoisted into the hold of the vessel, which was about ten feet deep, and while on the passage, she never saw sun, stars, clouds or trees. And after a few days sail, was landed at Pensuckie with her infant calf.
    Judge then, if you can, of the surprise of the gentleman who formerly owned the cow, who upon rising from his bed one morning last week, found the old Molly lowing at his door.
    Now we should like to know by what means the cow found her way back?
    She could not have known the road, for she went in the hole of a vessel by water.
    And it is known by those acquainted, that there is no road from Pensuckie to Green bay; on the contrary there is a marsh all the way, on the west side of Green Bay, extending some 10 miles from the shore.
    Supposing however, she must have first made for the highlands; how did she then know what course to pursue?
    What is still more strange, she came away and left her calf there.
    We know that the horse, dog and hog, and some other animals, had an instinct powerful enough to guide them to their long frequented haunts.
    But how Molly should know enough to lay her course through wide forests, and over deep rivers, and have a disposition to leave her young for her old home, argues a greater amount of inhabitiveness than philoprogenitiveness, and shows that her skull is worthy of a place in the Cabinet of the Fowlers.-[Kenosha Tel.
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