It was not yet light next morning when Jack heard the bustle which
announced that all hands were astir, and he at once got up and
dressed, to find himself only just in time for breakfast. It was
plain daylight by the time the meal was over, and most of the men at
once went down to the corrals. Jack hurried down to the hen-house,
but, on looking at his ducks' eggs, found that only a part of one
setting had hatched, and putting a little food near the hen's nest,
he left them, determining to postpone the building of his coop until
the following day. He went on down to the corral and found that the
men were busy turning out the horses on to the prairie, where they
were to be herded by two riders. Some of the men had brought wood to
the big round corral, and just outside it, and close to the fence,
some were kindling fires, while others were chopping poles and logs
into wood small enough to be used on these fires. A great lot of
iron bars, four or five feet long, stood against the corral fence,
and on looking closely at these, Jack saw that each had a handle on
one end and an iron letter on the other. These, he supposed, must be
the branding irons, and these fires were for heating them.
After a time most of the horses had been turned out, but a large
number, almost all of them old mares, with their colts, had been cut
out and confined in a series of pens that were connected by a gate
with the round corral, outside which the fires were burning. By the
time these were going well, and the various branding irons had been
put in them to heat, three or four of the men drove into the big
corral a bunch of thirty or forty mares, whose little colts stayed
close by their sides. Many of these mares seemed quite wild, and all
raced around the walls of the pen, as if very much frightened. It
seemed to Jack as if these little colts, some of which hardly looked
bigger than jack rabbits, must all be killed by being stepped on. Yet
each colt kept close to its own mother's side, and a little bit under
her, so that it was well protected from being harmed by any other
mare that crowded close upon it.
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