No mistake, she was a quiet mare! We put her where there was good feed, but she was n't one that fattened on grass.

Birds took kindly to her--crows mostly--and she could n't go anywhere but a flock of them accompanied her.

Even when Dad used to ride her (Dan or Dave never rode her) they used to follow, and would fly on ahead to wait in a tree and "caw" when he was passing beneath.
One morning when Dan was digging potatoes for dinner--splendid potatoes they were, too, Dad said; he had only once tasted sweeter ones, but they were grown in a cemetery--he found the kangaroos had been in the barley.

We knew what THAT meant, and that night made fires round it, thinking to frighten them off, but did n't--mobs of them were in at daybreak.

Dad swore from the house at them, but they took no notice; and when he ran down, they just hopped over the fence and sat looking at him.