Treat 'em like men, and you'll have men's works." And the honest drover, in his warmth, endorsed this moral sentiment by firing a perfect _feu de joi_ at the fireplace.
"I think you're altogether right, friend," said Mr.Wilson; "and this boy described here _is_ a fine fellow--no mistake about that.

He worked for me some half-dozen years in my bagging factory, and he was my best hand, sir.

He is an ingenious fellow, too: he invented a machine for the cleaning of hemp--a really valuable affair; it's gone into use in several factories.

His master holds the patent of it." "I'll warrant ye," said the drover, "holds it and makes money out of it, and then turns round and brands the boy in his right hand.

If I had a fair chance, I'd mark him, I reckon so that he'd carry it _one_ while." "These yer knowin' boys is allers aggravatin' and sarcy," said a coarse-looking fellow, from the other side of the room; "that's why they gets cut up and marked so.