Ah, . . . I remember
The muster of cattle away outback,
The thunder of hoofs and the stock-whip’s crack,
The panting breaths on the warm sweet breeze,
The tossing horns by Rosella trees,
And the whirl of dust, and the hot hide’s reek!
—M. Forrest.
ALL aboard!”
“Are you girls ready? Hurry up.” From the direction of the garden came a faint hail, which might have been taken to mean anything.
“Curious things, girls,” said Jim sapiently. Wally and he were leaning over a fence, five horses ready behind them. “When young Norah’s alone, she gets dressed as quickly as you or me; but now she has Jean, they spend ages in getting togged up. And they don’t look any different, no matter how long they take.”