He didn't say anything, but went to sleep on his horse, which walked in and out among the angry cattle as he sat on the saddle with his head down on the horse's neck.

They sniffed at him once or twice, some of the old cows, but none of them horned him; and daylight came rather quicker than one would think.
Then we saw whose cattle they were; they had all Hunter's and Falkland's brands on, which showed that they belonged to Banda and Elingamah stations.
'By George!' says Jim, 'they're Mr.Hunter's cattle, and all these circle dots belong to Banda.

What a mob of calves! not one of them branded! What in the world does father intend to do with them ?' Father was up, and came over where we stood with our horses in our hands before we had time to say more.

He wasn't one of those that slept after daylight, whether he had work to do or not.

He certainly COULD work; daylight or dark, wet or dry, cold or hot, it was all one to father.