space, when comes the crush. Fortu- 

 nately I was on the outskirts of this 

 crush, and by holding my feet up high 

 we managed to squeeze through that 

 dreadful, dust covered, stamping, snort- 

 ing bedlam into the glorious free air 

 and sunshine. Already I had a much 

 better conception of what a ' whole lot ' 

 of cattle meant. 



From the vantage ground of a little 

 hill I could see the whole herd, and 

 realised that I had been in only a small 

 bunch of it, composed of cows and 

 calves. Had I gone to the right I 

 should soon have gotten into a raging 

 mass of some thousand head of bulls. 

 They were pawing and tearing up the 

 ground that but a little before had been 

 covered with grass and late flowers, and 

 occasionally goring one another. The 

 cowboys were riding on the outskirts 



