The most distant rider was a speck, and the cattle ahead of him were like maggots endowed with a smooth, swift onward motion.

As yet the herd had not taken form; it was still too widely scattered.

Its units, in the shape of small bunches, momently grew in numbers.

The distant plains were crawling and alive with minute creatures making toward a common tiny centre.
Immediately in our front the cattle at first behaved very well.

Then far down the long gentle slope I saw a break for the upper valley.