Only sit at home and do nothing, or else go out and watch the grass witherin' and the water dryin' up, and the stock dyin' by inches before your eyes.

And no change, maybe, for months.

The ground like iron and the sky like brass, as the parson said, and very true, too, last Sunday.
Then the youngsters, havin' so much idle time on their hands, take to gaffin' and flash talk; and money must be got to sport and pay up if they lose; and the stock all ramblin' about and mixed up, and there's a temptation to collar somebody's calves or foals, like we did that first red heifer.

I shall remember her to my dying day.

It seems as if I had put that brand on my own heart when I jammed it down on her soft skin.
Anyhow, I never forgot it, and there's many another like me, I'll be bound.
The next morning Jim and I started off home.