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work in a sugar-mill. — Away with you ! Don't stand 

 there grinning and chattering. One would suppose 

 you hadn't seen a " quarter " for ten years past. Here, 

 you Sambo ! ' 



'Yes, Massa Colonel.' 



' You and Jem go down with the dogs to the bayou, 

 and if the cattle are there, turn them up this way, 

 where we can get a crack at them.' 



Another of the black clan was despatched into the 

 interior of the house with instructions to have a lunch 

 prepared by the time we returned. We then looked 

 to our weapons and rode towards the spot where the 

 wild cattle were expected to appear. Very soon the 

 old neorro is heard makino^ uncouth noises on his cow^- 

 horn, and then comes the yelping of the whole pack. 

 The chase now comes into view, through an opening 

 in the trees. Some twenty wdld cattle are plunging 

 forward, flying from an undefined danger ; but seeing 

 human beings before them, they lower their heads 

 and charge savagely. The well-trained horses skilfully 

 wheel aside, while our revolvers are heard. As shot 

 after shot is dealt, the herd is scattered in every 

 direction ; while hunters, dogs and negroes join 

 in the melee. A huge bull measures his length on 

 the earth ; so does a negro, who is prostrated by a 

 strong application of cow-heel. The cattle are savage 

 as can be, and toss the dogs aside with their sharp- 

 pointed horns. One of the darkies has been compelled 



