Sometimes, though rarely, they needed to turn aside from the straight line to go about the corner of a fence.

Sometimes within such fences there might be seen others of these dirty, bleating creatures which Mother Daly hated.

Here and there over the country were broken rows of little yellow, faded trees struggling up out of the hard earth.

The untiring wheels of windmills could be seen everywhere at their work.
Here and there at the trodden, water holes of the broken creeks there lay carcasses of perished cattle, the skin dried and drawn tight over the bones; but on the hillsides near by grazed living cattle, fatter and more content to feed than the wild creatures that yesterday clacked and crowded up the Trail.

Now, it is known of all men that cattle have wide horns, broad as the span of a man's arms; yet there were men here who said they had seen cattle whose horns were no longer than those of the buffalo, and later this thing was proved to be true.
Mother Daly knew, as all persons in the past knew, that by right the face of the plains was of one colour, unbroken; gray-brown in summer, white in winter, green in the spring.