All over the world the round-up goes on, for man is eager to exploit the animal which has 

 rendered him more service than any other. The Cossacks have for centuries been renowned 

 horsemen and even during the last war, in which aircraft and tanks predominated, Cossack 

 Cavalry often struck terror into the enemy. This drove of horses is being rounded up on 

 a Collective farm in the Caucasus. 



Maurice Hindus once wrote: 'One of the Cossack's great loves was the horse. He fondled 

 it, flattered it, whistled to it, sang to it, bestowed on it his deepest solicitude, his tenderest 

 words. It was his comrade in arms, it carried him to faraway lands and battlefields.' 



All but one or two of these horses are honey-coloured palominos. Proud will be the men who 

 riac them. Australian range-riders are second to none in their prowess. 



