Strange, never trodden, fenceless, waiting there,
To feed unending cattle for the men who dare.
"There I should have a chance; this land's too old."
Old Occleve grunted at the young man's mood;
Keir, who was losing money, thought him bold,
And thought the scheme for emigration good.
He said that, if he wished to go, he should.
South to the pampas, there to learn the trade.
Old Occleve thought it mad, but no objection made.
So it was settled that the lad should start,