Rows of unshaven men were seated high on the rails of the yards.

The yards were filled with cattle--cows, heifers, bulls, and calves, all separate--bellowing, and, in a friendly way, raking skins and hair off each other with their horns.
The station-manager, with a handful of papers and a pencil behind his ear, hurried here and there, followed by some of the crowd, who asked him questions which he did n't answer.

Dad asked him if this was the place where the sale was to be.

He looked all over Dad.
A man rang a bell violently, shouting, "This way for the dairy cows!" Dad went that way, closely followed by Dave, who was silent and strange.

A boy put a printed catalogue into Dad's hand, which he was doubtful about keeping until he saw Andy Percil with one.