But we don't talk of shootin' blacks nowadays These parts is too civilised--it's risky.

Anyhow, I made them blacks let my cattle alone.
And I slaved like a driven nigger, day in and day out, brandin' calves all day long in the dust, with the sun that hot, the brandin' iron 'ud mark without puttin' it in the fire at all.

And then down comes the tick, and kills my cattle by the hundred, dyin' and perishin' all over the place.

And what lived through it I couldn't sell anywhere, because they won't let tick-infested cattle go south, and the Dutch won't let us ship 'em north to Java, the wretches! And then Mr.Grant's debt was over everything; and at last I had to chuck it up.

That's how I got broke, Mister.