But what cared he for that! He was not the last of the Buckleys.
One remarks now, as the two stand together, that Sam, though but nineteen, is very nearly as tall as his father, and promises to be as broad across the shoulders some day, being an exception to colonially-bred men in general, who are long and narrow.

He is standing and talking to his father.
"Well, Sam," said the Major, "so you're back safe,--eh, my boy! A rough time, I don't doubt.

Strange store-cattle are queer to drive at any time, particularly such weather as you have had." "And such a lot, too!" said Sam.

"Tell you what, father: it's lucky you've got them cheap, for the half of them are off the ranges." "Scrubbers, eh ?" said the Major; "well, we must take what we can catch, with this Port Phillip rush.

Let's sit down to dinner; I've got some news that will please you.