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"
To
show
that
he
is
not
going
any
nearer
to
the
smoke
on
the
other
side
.
Two
Tails
is
a
great
coward
.
Then
we
tug
the
big
gun
all
together
--
Heya
--
Hullah
!
Heeyah
!
Hullah
!
We
do
not
climb
like
cats
nor
run
like
calves
.
We
go
across
the
level
plain
,
twenty
yoke
of
us
,
till
we
are
unyoked
again
,
and
we
graze
while
the
big
guns
talk
across
the
plain
to
some
town
with
mud
walls
,
and
pieces
of
the
wall
fall
out
,
and
the
dust
goes
up
as
though
many
cattle
were
coming
home
.
"
"
Oh
!
And
you
choose
that
time
for
grazing
?
"
said
the
young
mule
.
"
That
time
or
any
other
.
Eating
is
always
good
.
We
eat
till
we
are
yoked
up
again
and
tug
the
gun
back
to
where
Two
Tails
is
waiting
for
it
.
Sometimes
there
are
big
guns
in
the
city
that
speak
back
,
and
some
of
us
are
killed
,
and
then
there
is
all
the
more
grazing
for
those
that
are
left
.
This
is
Fate
.
None
the
less
,
Two
Tails
is
a
great
coward
.
That
is
the
proper
way
to
fight
.
We
are
brothers
from
Hapur
.
Our
father
was
a
sacred
bull
of
Shiva
.
We
have
spoken
.
"
"
Well
,
I
've
certainly
learned
something
tonight
,
"
said
the
troop-horse
.
"
Do
you
gentlemen
of
the
screw-gun
battery
feel
inclined
to
eat
when
you
are
being
fired
at
with
big
guns
,
and
Two
Tails
is
behind
you
?
"
"
About
as
much
as
we
feel
inclined
to
sit
down
and
let
men
sprawl
all
over
us
,
or
run
into
people
with
knives
.
I
never
heard
such
stuff
.
A
mountain
ledge
,
a
well-balanced
load
,
a
driver
you
can
trust
to
let
you
pick
your
own
way
,
and
I
'm
your
mule
.
But
--
the
other
things
--
no
!
"
said
Billy
,
with
a
stamp
of
his
foot
.
"
Of
course
,
"
said
the
troop
horse
,
"
everyone
is
not
made
in
the
same
way
,
and
I
can
quite
see
that
your
family
,
on
your
father
's
side
,
would
fail
to
understand
a
great
many
things
.
"
Never
you
mind
my
family
on
my
father
's
side
,
"
said
Billy
angrily
,
for
every
mule
hates
to
be
reminded
that
his
father
was
a
donkey
.
"
My
father
was
a
Southern
gentleman
,
and
he
could
pull
down
and
bite
and
kick
into
rags
every
horse
he
came
across
.
Remember
that
,
you
big
brown
Brumby
!
"
Brumby
means
wild
horse
without
any
breeding
.
Imagine
the
feelings
of
Sunol
if
a
car-horse
called
her
a
"
skate
,
"
and
you
can
imagine
how
the
Australian
horse
felt
.
I
saw
the
white
of
his
eye
glitter
in
the
dark
.
"
See
here
,
you
son
of
an
imported
Malaga
jackass
,
"
he
said
between
his
teeth
,
"
I
'd
have
you
know
that
I
'm
related
on
my
mother
's
side
to
Carbine
,
winner
of
the
Melbourne
Cup
,
and
where
I
come
from
we
are
n't
accustomed
to
being
ridden
over
roughshod
by
any
parrot-mouthed
,
pig-headed
mule
in
a
pop-gun
pea-shooter
battery
.
Are
you
ready
?
"
