Of course, on your own beat, you dragged out all you could, no matter of what brand; but when, as often happened, you failed to get them out, and they belonged to someone else, you were not allowed to shoot them; so that there the poor creatures lay for days, and perhaps even weeks, dying a lingering, but I am glad to think and believe not a painful, death.

What an awful death for a reasoning, conscious man.

Dumb animals, like cattle, happily seem to anticipate and hope for nothing one way or another.

Once I found a mare in the river in such a position under a steep bank that nothing could be done for her.

Her young colt was on the bank waiting and wondering.