He knew all the blacks' ways as well as a good many of ours.

The worst of him was that except in hunting, fishing, and riding he'd picked up the wrong end of the habits of both sides.

Father used to set snares for the brush kangaroo and the bandicoots, like he'd been used to do for the hares in the old country.

We could always manage to have some kind of game hanging up.

It kept us amused too.
But I don't know whatever we should have done, that month we stayed there, at the first--we were never so long idle again--without the horses.