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Or again, one night when the plain was like a sea of liquid black, and the sky blazed with stars, we rode by a sheep-herder's camp. The flicker of a fire threw a glow out into the dark. A tall wagon, a group of silhouetted men, three or four squatting dogs, were squarely within the circle of illumination.
It was nearly noon of a glorious day as Cavanagh, very tired and very hungry, rode up to the sheep-herder's tent. Wetherford was sitting in the sun calmly smoking his pipe, the sheep were feeding not far away, attended by the dog, and an air of peace covered his sunlit rocky world. "How is the Basque?" asked the ranger. Wetherford pointed upward. "All over." "Then it wasn't smallpox?"
Hicks," she said suddenly, "I should think Mr. Brown would hardly choose to come out here and do a sheep-herder's work. Especially as I understand he does n't really have to." "Well, it would seem that way, looking at it from this end. It's a little lonesome out here when there is n't anybody around. But down home there is n't anybody around his house, and that's lonesomer still.
Out of the middle of its alluring girth the corner of a five-dollar note showed, and around the outside Slavens bound a strip of the red handkerchief upon which the little man had mopped his sweating brow. It looked bungling enough for any sheep-herder's hoard, and fat enough to tempt old Hun Shanklin to lead its possessor on.
Yes, I tell you, when a man sets up ag'in' a Boyle or any of that crowd in this state, he's due to lose. Well, say, don't forgit to stop in and see that sign; will you?" Agnes promised again to do so, and Smith departed, the sheep-herder's cooling-board under his arm. With Smith's going, the temperature of her spirits, which had risen a little to help her through with him, suffered a recession.
He'll learn he can't get 'arbitrary' with me." Lee Virginia, glancing back at this man, felt sorry for any one who opposed him, for she recalled him as one of the fiercest of the cattle-men one ever ready to cut a farmer's fence or burn a sheep-herder's wagon. The old woman chuckled: "'Pears like you've changed your tune since '98, Sam." He admitted his conversion shamelessly.
But I tell you this, Pedro: the B'ar what killed your sheep on the upper pasture and in the sheep canon is the same. No two B'ars has hind feet alike when you get a clear-cut track, and this holds out even right along." "What about the fifty-foot B'ar I saw wit' mine own eyes, caramba?" "That must have been the night you were working a kill-care with your sheep-herder's delight.
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