"Don't you remember that we drove up over a spur of the hill back there?
Well, all the dry land north of our track is yours.

Finest building-spot in the world, Jake.

We'll make a farm of this yet.

Come back and I'll show you." 4 So we went back and looked over all the dry ground I possessed, and agreed that there were about forty acres of it, and as Burns insisted, sixty in a dry season; and he stuck to it that a lot of that slew was as good pasture especially in a dry time as any one could ask for.

This would be fine for a man as fond of cows as I was, though, of course, cows could range at will all over the country.