"These ducks is all right.

They're thick on the lagoon.

The Chow only had two cartridges, but he got about a dozen.
He lays down and fires along the water, and they're floatin' very near solid on it.

But here's the cattle comin' up." Looking out of the door, they saw about two hundred cattle coming in a long, stringing mob up the plain, driven by four black figures on horse-back.

As they drew near the yards, several cattle seemed inclined to bolt away; but the sharp fusillade of terrific whips kept them up to the mark, and, after a sudden halt for a few minutes, the mob streamed in through the gates.