Calves had to be branded, some old cows sold, and some steers delivered.

I had sold nothing that year.

On rounding-up the horses many of them showed signs of the weed.

The neighbours flocked in and the work began.

Only one round-up was made, when the idea seized me that if these cattle were "worked" in the usual way--that is, jammed round, chased about and "milled" for several hours--they would get tired and hungry, and on being turned loose would be inclined to eat whatever was nearest to them--probably the loco plant.