Such a lot of
Humans! And such horses. I enjoyed myself immensely, and made a lot of
friends amongst the horses, but I didn't care so much for the dogs; I
thought them a nasty quarrelsome lot.
"I went a couple of days with the whole turn out to see the search.
Goodness, the distances they went, and the noise and the big fires they
made. It WAS exciting fun! They brought over some black Humans--'Trackers'
is what they are called, at least the Mounted Troopers' horses told me so
(my word the Troopers' horses are jolly fellows!) Well, these black
trackers went in front of each party just like dogs, with their heads to
the ground, and they turned over every leaf and twig, and said if a Human,
a horse or a Kangaroo had broken it or been that way, they would have
found your track fast enough, but one evening it came to an end quite
suddenly, and weren't they all surprised! I heard from a Trooper's
horse--(such a nice horse he was!)--that the trackers and white Humans
said it was just as if you had disappeared into the sky! There was just a
bit of your fur on a bush, and nothing anywhere else but a Kangaroo's
trail. No one could make it out."
"That was when I took you in my pouch!" exclaimed the Kangaroo.
"Now," said the Wagtail, "most of them have given up the search.
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