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Brumby horses being one of the problems of the run, and the destruction
of brumby stallions imperative, as the nigger-hunt was apparently off,
the brumby mob proved too enticing to be passed by, and for an hour and
more it kept us busy, the Maluka and Dan being equally "set on getting a
stallion or two."
As galloping after brumbies when there is no trap to run them into is
about as wise as galloping after a flight of swallows, we followed at a
distance when they galloped, and stalked them against the wind when they
drew up to reconnoitre: beautiful, clean-limbed, graceful creatures, with
long flowing manes and tails floating about them, galloping freely and
swiftly as they drove the mares before them, or stepping with light,
dancing tread as they drew up and faced about, with the mares now huddled
together behind them. Three times they drew up and faced about and each
time a stallion fell before the rifles, then, becoming more wary, they
led us farther and farther back, evading the rifles at every halt, until
finally they galloped out of sight, and beyond all chance of pursuit.
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