"We may as well give you a hand with this lot; but we"ll go home then, and drop all this duffing work. It don"t pay. I"m old enough to know that, and you"ll find it out yet, I expect, father, yourself."
"The fox lives long, and gives the hounds many a long chase before he"s run into," he said, with a grim chuckle. "I swore I"d be revenged on "em all when they locked me up and sent me out here for a paltry hare; broke my old mother"s heart, so it did. I"ve had a pound for every hair in her skin, and I shall go on till I die. After all, if a man goes to work cautious and runs mute it"s not so easy to catch him in this country, at any rate."
Jim at this came running out of the cave with a face of joy, a bag of ship-biscuit, and a lot of other things.
"Here"s tea and sugar," he said; "and there"s biscuits and jam, and a big lump of cheese. Get the fire right, d.i.c.k, while I get some water.
We"ll soon have some tea, and these biscuits are jolly."
The tea was made, and we all had a good meal. Father found a bottle of rum, too; he took a good drink himself, and gave Jim and me a sip each.
I felt less inclined to quarrel with father after that. So we drafted all the calves into a small pen-yard, and began to put our brand on them as quick as we could catch "em.
A hundred and sixty of "em altogether--all ages, from a month old to nearly a year. Fine strong calves, and in rare condition, too. We could see they were all belonging to Mr. Hunter and Mr. Falkland. How they came to leave them all so long unbranded I can"t say. Very careless they often are on these large cattle-stations, so that sharp people like father and the Dalys, and a lot more, get an easy chance at them.
Whatever father was going to do with them all when he had branded "em, we couldn"t make out.
"There"s no place to tail or wean "em," whispered Jim. "We"re not above thirty miles from Banda in a straight line. These cows are dead sure to make straight back the very minute they"re let out, and very nice work it"ll look with all these calves with our brand on sucking these cows."
Father happened to come round for a hot brand just as Jim finished.
"Never you mind about the weaning," he snarled. "I shan"t ask you to tail them either. It wouldn"t be a nice job here, would it?" and father actually laughed. It wasn"t a very gay kind of a laugh, and he shut up his mouth with a sort of snap again. Jim and I hadn"t seen him laugh for I don"t know how long, and it almost frightened us.
As Jim said, it wouldn"t do to let the cattle out again. If calves are weaned, and have only one brand on, it is very hard for any man to swear that they are not the property of the man to whom that brand belongs.
He may believe them to be his, but may never have seen them in his life; and if he has seen them on a camp or on the run, it"s very hard to swear to any one particular red or spotted calf as you would to a horse.
The great dart is to keep the young stock away from their mothers until they forget one another, and then most of the danger is past. But if calves with one man"s brand on are seen sucking another man"s cows, it is pretty plain that the brand on the calves has been put on without the consent of the owner of the cows--which is cattle-stealing; a felony, according to the Act 7 and 8 George IV, No. 29, punishable with three years" imprisonment, with hard labour on the roads of the colony or other place, as the Judge may direct.
There"s a lot of law! How did I learn it? I had plenty of time in Berrima Gaol--worse luck--my first stretch. But it was after I"d done the foolishness, and not before.
Chapter 5
"Now then, you boys!" says father, coming up all of a sudden like, and bringing out his words as if it was old times with us, when we didn"t know whether he"d hit first and talk afterwards, or the other way on, "get out the lot we"ve just branded, and drive "em straight for that peak, where the water shines dripping over the stones, right again the sun, and look slippy; we"re burning daylight, and these cows are making row enough, blast "em! to be heard all the way to Banda. I"ll go on and steady the lead; you keep "em close up to me."
Father mounted the old mare. The dog stopped behind; he knew he"d have to mind the tail--that is the hindmost cattle--and stop "em from breaking or running clear away from the others. We threw down the rails.
Away the cattle rushed out, all in a long string. You"d "a thought no mortal men could "a kept "em in that blind hole of a place. But father headed "em, and turned "em towards the peak. The dog worried those that wanted to stay by the yard or turn another way. We dropped our whip on "em, and kept "em going. In five minutes they were all a-moving along in one mob at a pretty sharpish trot like a lot of store cattle. Father knew his way about, whether the country was thick or open. It was all as one to him. What a slashing stockman he would have made in new country, if he only could have kept straight.
It took us an hour"s hard d.i.n.k.u.m to get near the peak. Sometimes it was awful rocky, as well as scrubby, and the poor devils of cattle got as sore-footed as babies--blood up to the knee, some of "em; but we crowded "em on; there was no help for it.
At last we rounded up on a flat, rocky, open kind of a place; and here father held up his hand.
"Let "em ring a bit; some of their tongues are out. These young things is generally soft. Come here, d.i.c.k." I rode up, and he told me to follow him.
We walked our horses up to the edge of the mountain and looked over. It was like the end of the world. Far down there was a dark, dreadful drop into a sort of deep valley below. You couldn"t see the bottom of it.
The trees on the mountain side looked like bushes, and they were big ironbarks and messmates too. On three sides of us was this awful, desolate-looking precipice--a dreary, gloomy, G.o.d-forsaken kind of spot.
The sky got cloudy, and the breeze turned cold and began to murmur and whistle in an odd, unnatural kind of way, while father, seeing how scared and puzzled I was, began to laugh. I shuddered. A thought crossed my mind that it might be the Enemy of Souls, in his shape, going to carry us off for doing such a piece of wickedness.
"Looks queer, doesn"t it?" says father, going to the brink and kicking down a boulder, that rolled and crashed down the steep mountain side, tearing its way through scrub and heath till it settled down in the glen below. "It won"t do for a man"s horse to slip, will it, boy? And yet there"s a track here into a fine large paddock, open and clear, too, where I"m going to put these cattle into."
I stared at him, without speaking, thinking was he mad.
"No! the old man isn"t mad, youngster," he said; "not yet, at least. I"m going to show you a trick that none of you native boys are up to, smart as you think yourselves." Here he got off the old mare, and began to lead her to the edge of the mountain.
"Now, you rally the cattle well after me," he said; "they"ll follow the old mare after a bit. I left a few cows among "em on purpose, and when they "draw" keep "em going well up, but not too fast."
He had lengthened the bridle of the mare, and tied the end of a light tether rope that he had round her neck to it. I saw her follow him slowly, and turn down a rocky track that seemed to lead straight over a bluff of the precipice.
However, I gave the word to "head on". The dog had started rounding "em up as soon as he saw the old mare walk towards the mountain side, and the cattle were soon crushed up pretty close to the mare"s heels.
Mind this, that they were so footsore and tender about the hoofs that they could not have run away from us on foot if they had tried.
After "ringing" a bit, one of the quiet cows followed up the old mare that was walking step by step forward, and all the rest followed her like sheep. Cattle will do that. I"ve seen a stockrider, when all the horses were dead beat, trying to get fat cattle to take a river in flood, jump off and turn his horse loose into the stream. If he went straight, and swam across, all the cattle would follow him like sheep.
Well, when the old mare got to the bluff she turned short round to the right, and then I saw that she had struck a narrow path down a gully that got deeper and deeper every yard we went. There was just room for a couple or three calves to go abreast, and by and by all of "em was walking down it like as if they was the beasts agoing into Noah"s Ark.
It wound and wound and got deeper and deeper till the walls of rock were ever so far above our heads. Our work was done then; the cattle had to walk on like sheep in a race. We led our horses behind them, and the dog walked along, saving his sore feet as well as he could, and never tried to bite a beast once he got within the walls. He looked quite satisfied, and kept chuckling almost to himself. I really believe I"ve seen dogs laugh. Once upon a time I"ve read of they"d have taken poor Crib for a familiar spirit, and hanged or burnt him. Well, he knew a lot, and no mistake. I"ve seen plenty of Christians as he could buy and sell, and no trouble to him. I"m dashed if the old mare, too, didn"t take a pleasure in working cattle on the cross. She was the laziest old wretch bringing up the cows at home, or running in the horses. Many a time Jim and I took a turn out of her when father didn"t know. But put her after a big mob of cattle--she must have known they couldn"t be ours--and she"d clatter down a range like the wall of a house, and bite and kick the tail cattle if they didn"t get out of her way. They say dogs and horses are all honest, and it"s only us as teaches "em to do wrong. My notion"s they"re a deal like ourselves, and some of "em fancies the square racket dull and safe, while some takes a deal kindlier to the other. Anyhow, no cattle-duffer in the colonies could have had a better pair of mates than old Sally and Crib, if the devil himself had broken "em in special for the trade.
It was child"s play now, as far as the driving went. Jim and I walked along, leading our horses and yarning away as we used to do when we were little chaps bringing in the milkers.
"My word, d.i.c.k, dad"s dropped into a fine road through this thundering mountain, hasn"t he? I wonder where it leads to? How high the rock-walls are getting above us!" he says. "I know now. I think I heard long ago from one of the Crosbies of a place in the ranges down towards behind the Nulla Mountain, "Terrible Hollow". He didn"t know about it himself, but said an old stockman told him about it when he was drunk. He said the Government men used to hide the cattle and horses there in old times, and that it was never found out."
"Why wasn"t it found out, Jim? If the old fellow "split" about it some one else would get to know."
"Well, old Dan said that they killed one man that talked of telling; the rest were too frightened after that, and they all swore a big oath never to tell any one except he was on the cross."
"That"s how dad come to know, I suppose," said Jim. "I wish he never had. I don"t care about those cross doings. I never did. I never seen any good come out of them yet."
"Well, we must go through with it now, I suppose. It won"t do to leave old dad in the lurch. You won"t, will you, Jim?"
"You know very well I won"t," says Jim, very soberlike. "I don"t like it any the more for that. But I wish father had broke his leg, and was lying up at home, with mother nursing him, before he found out this h.e.l.l-hole of a place."
"Well, we"re going to get out of it, and soon too. The gully seems getting wider, and I can see a bit of open country through the trees."
"Thank G.o.d for that!" says Jim. "My boots"ll part company soon, and the poor devils of calves won"t have any hoofs either, if there"s much more of this."
"They"re drawing faster now. The leading cattle are beginning to run.
We"re at the end of the drive."
So it was. The deep, rocky gully gradually widened into an open and pretty smooth flat; this, again, into a splendid little plain, up to the knees in gra.s.s; a big natural park, closed round on every side with sandstone rockwalls, as upright as if they were built, and a couple of thousand feet above the place where we stood.
This scrub country was crossed by two good creeks; it was several miles across, and a trifle more in length. Our hungry weaners spread out and began to feed, without a notion of their mothers they"d left behind; but they were not the only ones there. We could see other mobs of cattle, some near, some farther off; horses, too; and the well-worn track in several ways showed that this was no new grazing ground.
Father came riding back quite comfortable and hearty-like for him.
"Welcome to Terrible Hollow, lads," says he. "You"re the youngest chaps it has ever been shown to, and if I didn"t know you were the right stuff, you"d never have seen it, though you"re my own flesh and blood.
Jump off, and let your horses go. They can"t get away, even if they tried; they don"t look much like that."