We've killed the calves we were trying to PODDY*.

And the dogs--except one cattle dog--Veno--Biddy would remember her; how she used to lollop about the front veranda outside her room.

Now, what the deuce made me write that!--Well, the dog goes with me in the cart when I fetch water, and takes her drink with the horses at the hole.
[*Poddy--to bring up by hand.] I'm getting used to the life--making jobs in the daytime to keep myself from feeling the place a worse hell than it really is.

There's always the water to be fetched and the two horses and the dog to be taken for their big drink.

If you could see me hoarding the precious stuff--washing my face in the morning in a soup plate, and what's left kept for night for the dog.