"The carriage galloped round a corner: stopped.
— What's wrong now?
A divided drove of branded cattle passed the windows, lowing, slouching by on padded hoofs, whisking their tails slowly on their clotted bony croups. Outside them and through them ran raddled sheep bleating their fear.
— Emigrants, Mr Power said." (U6.383)
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