But put her after a big mob of cattle--she must have known they couldn't be ours--and she'd clatter down a range like the wall of a house, and bite and kick the tail cattle if they didn't get out of her way.

They say dogs and horses are all honest, and it's only us as teaches 'em to do wrong.

My notion's they're a deal like ourselves, and some of 'em fancies the square racket dull and safe, while some takes a deal kindlier to the other.

Anyhow, no cattle-duffer in the colonies could have had a better pair of mates than old Sally and Crib, if the devil himself had broken 'em in special for the trade.
It was child's play now, as far as the driving went.

Jim and I walked along, leading our horses and yarning away as we used to do when we were little chaps bringing in the milkers.
'My word, Dick, dad's dropped into a fine road through this thundering mountain, hasn't he?
I wonder where it leads to?
How high the rock-walls are getting above us!' he says.