How men escape from this common accident with injuries so slight has always puzzled me.

The horse rolls completely over his rider, and yet it seems to be the rarest thing in the world for the latter to be either killed or permanently injured.
Now each man had the privilege of looking through the J H cuts to see if by chance steers of his own had been included in them.

When all had expressed themselves as satisfied, the various bands were started to the corrals.
From a slight eminence where I had paused to enjoy the evening I looked down on the scene.

The three herds, separated by generous distance one from the other, crawled leisurely along; the riders, their hats thrust back, lolled in their saddles, shouting conversation to each other, relaxing after the day's work; through the clouds strong shafts of light belittled the living creatures, threw into proportion the vastness of the desert..