It said merely: "Everything fine here.

Take good care of the Old Man.

How's the Kid stacking up ?" It was signed simply "The Bunch." "Mary's little lambs are here yet, I see," the Native Son remarked carelessly when they went out.

"Enough lambs for all the Marys in the country.

How would you like to be Mary ?" "Not for me," Irish declared, and turned his face away from the stench of them.
Others there were who rode the length of the train with faces averted and looks of disdain; cowmen, all of them, they shared the range prejudice, and took no pains to hide it.
The wind blew strong from the east, that day; it whistled through the open, double-decked cars packed with gray, woolly bodies, whose voices were ever raised in strident complaint; and the stench of them smote the unaccustomed nostrils of the Happy Family and put them to disgusted flight up the track and across it to where the air was clean again.
"Honest to grandma, I'd make the poorest kind of a sheepherder," Big Medicine bawled earnestly, when they were well away from the noise and smell of the detested animals.