It would never have paid to have overstocked the Hollow.

What cattle and horses they kept there had a fine time of it, and were always in grand condition.
Opposite where we were the valley was narrow.

I could see the sandstone precipices that walled us in, a sort of yellowish, white colour, all lighted up with the rays of the morning sun, looking like gold towers against the heavy green forest timber at the foot of them.

Birds were calling and whistling, and there was a little spring that fell drip, drip over a rough rock basin all covered with ferns.

A little mob of horses had fed pretty close up to the camp, and would walk up to look curious-like, and then trot off with their heads and tails up.