always complaining of his horse, and yet was allowed to choose any on
the run for his own use.

"If you don't like him, why don't you take another?"

"There ain't much difference in 'em, Mr. Heathcote. Better the devil
you know than the devil you don't. It's getting uncommon close
shaving for them wethers in the new paddock. They're down upon the
roots pretty well already."

"There's grass along the bush on the north side."

"They won't go there; it's rank and sour. They won't feed up there as
long as they can live lower down and nearer the water. Weather like
this, they'd sooner die near the water than travel to fill their
bellies. It's about the hottest day we've had, and the nights a'most
hotter. Are you going to be out, Mr. Heathcote?"

"I think so."

"What's the good of it, Mr. Heathcote? There is no use in it. Lord
love you, what can yon do? You can't be every side at once."

"Fire can only travel with the wind, Mr. Bates."

"And there isn't any wind, and so there can't be any fire. I never
did think, and I don't think now, there ever was any use in a man
fashing himself as you fash yourself. You can't alter things, Mr.
Heathcote."