You got 'em matches ?" she said, beaming on Carew, and pulling a black pipe out of her trousers' pocket.

"Big fool that Lucy, drop 'em matches." Carew handed over his match-box in speechless amazement.
"They've been out all day with the cattle," said the old man.

"I've got a lot of wild cattle in that there mob.

I go out with a few quiet ones in the moonlight, and when the wild cattle come out of the scrubs to look at 'em we rush the whole lot out into the plain.

Great hands these gins are--just as good as the boys." "Good Lord!" said Carew, looking at the two little figures, who had now a couple of ducks each, a puftalooner or two, and a big pannikin of tea, and were sitting on the edge of the verandah eating away with great enjoyment; "what have they been doing with the cattle to-day ?" "Minding them lest the wild ones should clear out.