On Long Island and in Connecticut there were cowherds, calf-keepers, and pound-keepers.
Milkmaids and wood-cutters, hunters and cowherds, were his only companions.
“Because we have no money to buy any other with,” answered the cowherds.
Just outside Mathura is the district of Gokula which is inhabited by cowherds.
With Krishna in their midst the cowherds come to their homes.
The cowherds, faced with floods on every side, appeal to Krishna.
The cowherds at once ran off and told the owner of the lost goat.
The cowherds are then called in, and they salute the whole, and are fed with rice and sweets.
Now, the cowherds were so poor they could not buy bread every day, and sometimes they ate bread which was twelve days old.
He stuck a pole into the ground, and ran and fetched ropes, and tied the cowherds hand and foot to the pole.