Congo cow

(1980 memoirs)
One thing I remember with a smile is the tale of wicked Halloween tricks college boys played in Henry Clapp's day [1880s?].  I am thinking of the one where somehow boys got a cow up in the belfry of the Congregational Church, the one college vespers were held in, etc. Henry was a good story teller.  He was small boned, slight, small twinkling eyes now, and had a good command of language.  November1 when school opened there was an unfamiliar lowing, heard by all, understood by the farm boys, a cow wanting to be milked in her own familiar quarters.  Memory fails when I try to recall how "the authorities" got her down, but of course it was done and amid no tell-tale faces.