Let your legs go well down, your heels too, and whatever you do don't touch the pommel with your hand." That last order was hard, for it was very easy to make a catch at the pommel so as to hold on.
"Sit up, boy.

Don't bend forward.

It hurts you a little at first, but you get more and more used to it every hour.

Now, then, we'll walk gently past the waggon.

Don't let the men think you have never been on a horse before." The horses' pace being so much faster than that of the bullocks, they were soon by, after the doctor had spoken in a friendly way to the dogs, given his men an order or two, and then cast a critical eye over the sleek, patient oxen, which trudged along with swinging tails and horns giving a smart rap now and then as they encountered their yoke-fellows.
The track was plainly marked, but it had no pretence of being a road as it went on and on, to be lost in the distance of the bright grey morning.