'Now then, you boys!' says father, coming up all of a sudden like, and bringing out his words as if it was old times with us, when we didn't know whether he'd hit first and talk afterwards, or the other way on, 'get out the lot we've just branded, and drive 'em straight for that peak, where the water shines dripping over the stones, right again the sun, and look slippy; we're burning daylight, and these cows are making row enough, blast 'em! to be heard all the way to Banda.

I'll go on and steady the lead; you keep 'em close up to me.' Father mounted the old mare.

The dog stopped behind; he knew he'd have to mind the tail--that is the hindmost cattle--and stop 'em from breaking or running clear away from the others.

We threw down the rails.
Away the cattle rushed out, all in a long string.

You'd 'a thought no mortal men could 'a kept 'em in that blind hole of a place.