Add to ORKGold and young, stopping to pick a choice mouthful now and then, holding their heads low most of the time and more nearly horizontal, as if conscious of carrying horns. They crossed the creek and came up to us as we sat on stones waiting, without their showing any sign of fear until we were within 3 or 4 yards of them, the drivers saying scarce a word, and their owners looking at them without making any call or movement to attract them. While we enjoyed the sight, looking from one to the other heads of horns, watching their gestures, the young ones sucking, etc., they began to feed off back up the valley, when the boys went round them and drove them back to us. Then they stopped feeding and began to chew the cud and lie down, while we str...