I did n't want any more.

Dan jumped off the sofa and went outside; and Dad looked after Mother.
At last the four acres--excepting the biggest of the iron-bark trees and about fifty stumps--were pretty well cleared; and then came a problem that could n't be worked-out on a draught-board.

I have already said that we had n't any draught horses; indeed, the only thing on the selection like a horse was an old "tuppy" mare that Dad used to straddle.

The date of her foaling went further back than Dad's, I believe; and she was shaped something like an alderman.

We found her one day in about eighteen inches of mud, with both eyes picked out by the crows, and her hide bearing evidence that a feathery tribe had made a roost of her carcase.