and the poor devils of calves won't have any hoofs either,
if there's much more of this.'

`They're drawing faster now. The leading cattle are beginning to run.
We're at the end of the drive.'

So it was. The deep, rocky gully gradually widened into
an open and pretty smooth flat; this, again, into a splendid little plain,
up to the knees in grass; a big natural park, closed round on every side
with sandstone rockwalls, as upright as if they were built,
and a couple of thousand feet above the place where we stood.

This scrub country was crossed by two good creeks; it was
several miles across, and a trifle more in length. Our hungry weaners
spread out and began to feed, without a notion of their mothers
they'd left behind; but they were not the only ones there.
We could see other mobs of cattle, some near, some farther off;
horses, too; and the well-worn track in several ways showed
that this was no new grazing ground.

Father came riding back quite comfortable and hearty-like for him.

`Welcome to Terrible Hollow, lads,' says he. `You're the youngest chaps
it has ever been shown to, and if I didn't know you were the right stuff,
you'd never have seen it, though you're my own flesh and blood.
Jump off, and let your horses go. They can't get away, even if they tried;
they don't look much like that.'

Our poor nags were something like the cattle, pretty hungry and stiff.
They put their heads down to the thick green grass, and went in at it