IN THE SAME DIRECTION, away from some unseen terror?

It doesn't do to sneak round cattle at night; it is better
to whistle and sing than to surprise them by a noiseless appearance.
Anyone sneaking about frightens them, and then they will charge
right over the top of somebody on the opposite side,
and away into the darkness, becoming more and more frightened as they go,
smashing against trees and stumps, breaking legs and ribs,
and playing the dickens with themselves generally. Cattle "on the road"
are unaccountable animals; one cannot say for certain what they will do.
In this respect they differ from sheep, whose movements can be predicted
with absolute certainty.

All the cussedness of the bovine race is centred in the cow. In Australia
the most opprobious epithet one can apply to a man or other object
is "cow". In the whole range of a bullock-driver's vocabulary
there is no word that expresses his blistering scorn so well as "cow".
To an exaggerated feminine perversity the cow adds a fiendish ingenuity
in making trouble.

A quiet milking-cow will "plant" her calf with such skill that ten stockmen
cannot find him in a one-mile paddock. While the search goes on
she grazes unconcernedly, as if she never had a calf in her life.
If by chance he be discovered, then one notices a curious thing.
The very youngest calf, the merest staggering-Bob two days old,
will not move till the old lady gives him orders to do so.
One may pull him about without getting a move out of him.
If sufficiently persecuted he will at last sing out for help, and then
his mother will arrive full-gallop, charge men and horses indiscriminately,
and clear out with him to the thickest timber in the most rugged part