Meanwhile the blacks were catching the pack-horses, and sharpening their skinning knives.

The two horses used by the shooters were brought over to the camp fire and given a small feed each of much-prized maize and oats and bran, that had been brought round in the lugger from Port Faraway with the camp supplies, landed on the river-bank twelve miles off, and fetched in on pack-horses.
"A little more beef, Mister?
No?
Well, all aboard for the Buffalo Brigade! That's your rifle by the tree.

Put this cartridge-belt on and buckle it real tight; if you leave it loose, when you start to gallop it will shake up and down, and shake the soul out of you.

Come, Paddy, what are you riding ?" "I'm going to ride the boco." [Footnote: One-eyed horse.] "I wouldn't if I was you.

He's all right to race up to a buffalo, but that blind eye of his'll fetch him to grief some day.