Pisistratus.--"Very true. The brown cow has calved in your absence. Do
you know, Guy, I think we shall have no scab in the fold this year. If
so, there will be a rare sum to lay by! Things look up with us now,
Guy."

Guy Bolding.--"Yes. Very different from the first two years. You drew
a long face then. How wise you were, to insist on our learning
experience at another man's station before we hazarded our own capital!
But, by Jove! those sheep at first were enough to plague a man out his
wits. What with the wild dogs, just as the sheep had been washed and
ready to shear; then that cursed scabby sheep of Joe Timmes's, that we
caught rubbing his sides so complacently against our unsuspecting poor
ewes. I wonder we did not run away. But Patientia fit,--what is that
line in Horace? Never mind now. 'It is a long lane that has no
turning' does just as well as anything in Horace, and Virgil to boot. I
say, has not Vivian been here?"

Pisistratus.--"No; but he will be sure to come to-day."

Guy Bolding.--"He has much the best berth of it. Horse-breeding and
cattle-feeding: galloping after those wild devils; lost in a forest of
horns; beasts lowing, scampering, goring, tearing off like mad
buffaloes; horses galloping up hill, down hill, over rocks, stones, and
timber; whips cracking, men shouting, your neck all but broken; a great
bull making at you full rush. Such fun! Sheep are dull things to look
at after a bull-hunt and a cattle-feast."

Pisistratus.--"Every man to his taste in the Bush. One may make one's
money more easily and safely, with more adventure and sport, in the