"Hurrah! There's a fresh lot coming into camp, right into that opening you saw.

Be quiet and let me watch"-- for Denham had given me such a slap between the shoulders that I nearly dropped the glass.
"Say it again, old man--say it again." "There's no need," I replied.

"Yes, I can make them out quite plainly-- six wagons, with their long teams of oxen and black drivers and forelopers.

You can see the black bodies and white cloths." "I don't want to see them," cried Denham wildly.

"I'll take your word.
Six teams of oxen!--that's all beef.