'He's not one of yours, is he ?' 'Not he,' says the boy; 'I wish I had him or the likes of him.

He belongs to old Driver.

I was just workin' it how I'd get out and catch our old moke without these chaps being fly as I was going to talligrarph, when mother says to me-- '"Have you fetched in the black cow ?" 'We ain't got no black cow, but I knowed what she meant.

I says-- '"No, I couldn't find her." '"You catch old Johnny Smoker and look for her till you do find her, if it's ten o'clock to-night," says mother, very fierce.

"Your father'll give you a fine larrupin' if he comes home and there's that cow lost." 'So off I goes and mans old Johnny, and clears out straight for here.
When I came to Driver's I runs his horses up into a yard nigh the angle of his outside paddock and collars this little 'oss, and lets old Johnny go in hobbles.