even mention the things that they are guilty of.

One reason for Jenkins' cruelty was his idleness. After he went his
rounds in the morning with his milk cans, he had nothing to do till
late in the afternoon but take care of his stable and yard. If he had
kept them neat, and groomed his horse, and cleaned the cows, and
dug up the garden, it would have taken up all his time; but he
never tidied the place at all, till his yard and stable got so littered
up with things he threw down that he could not make his way
about.

His house and stable stood in the middle of a large field, and they
were at some distance from the road. Passers-by could not see how
untidy the place was. Occasionally, a man came to look at the
premises, and see that they were in good order, but Jenkins always
knew when to expect him, and had things cleaned up a little.

I used to wish that some of the people that took milk from him
would come and look at his cows. In the spring and summer he
drove them out to pasture, but during the winter they stood all the
time in the dirty, dark stable, where the chinks in the wall were so
big that the snow swept through almost in drifts. The ground was
always muddy and wet; there was only one small window on the
north side, where the sun only shone in for a short time in the
afternoon.

They were very unhappy cows, but they stood patiently and never
complained, though sometimes I know they must have nearly
frozen in the bitter winds that blew through the stable on winter
nights. They were lean and poor, and were never in good health.