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"We'll chance the selection," said Mosey decidedly. "Somebody can ride on ahead, an' see the coast clear. But they won't watch a bit of a paddick in the thick o' the shearin', when there's nobody livin' in it." "Squatters hed orter fine grass f'r wool teams, an' glad o' the chance," observed Price, with unprintable emphasis.
'Oh, he's somewheres up country, she'd say in the 'groping' voice, or 'He's drovin' in Queenslan', or 'Shearin' on the Darlin' the last time I heerd from him. 'We ain't had a line from him since les' see since Chris'mas 'fore last. And she'd turn her haggard eyes in a helpless, hopeless sort of way towards the west towards 'up-country' and 'Out-Back'.*
I'd worked up to it by havin' some of my lurid locks trimmed, and as Giuseppe quits shearin' and asks if there'll be anything else I rubs my hand casual across my jaw and remarks: "Could you find anything there to mow with a razor?" Could he? He'd go through the motions on a glass doorknob!
Being a thousand miles closer that pole than you are in Boston, naturally we come by that distance closer to the great wool industry. Most of our wool here grows on our tongues, and we shear it by this transmutin' process, concerning which you have discoursed so beautiful. But barrin' the shearin' of our wool, we are the mildest, most sheepish fellows you could imagine.
"If I was a sheep-man now, I'd try an' find time, next shearin' " "My father," growled Neal. "Excuse me," said Calumet with a short laugh, though his eyes shone with a sudden hardness; "I thought it was a " "You're Calumet Marston, I reckon," interrupted the bearded man. "You're an impertinent pup, like your father was. Get his guns!" he commanded gruffly.
"I save the hides and turn 'em over to him, and he ain't got no kick. If I was them children I'd butcher me a lamb once a week, anyhow. But maybe they don't like it I don't know. I've known sheepmen that couldn't go mutton, never tasted it from one year to another. May be the smell of sheep when you git a lot of 'em in a shearin' pen and let 'em stand around for a day or two."
"Good daah to you, Misther Gordon," she said. "Good daah to you, Miss." "Good day, Mrs. Doyle," said Hugh. "Hard work that, this weather. How's all the family?" "Mag Marg'rut, I mane she's inside. That's her playin' the pianny. She just got it up from Sydney." "And where's Peter?" "Peter's shearin' the sheep. He's in that shed there beyant.
I remember, when we lived on the Cudgeegong river we lived in a brick house then the first time Spicer had to go away from home I nearly fretted my eyes out. And he was only goin' shearin' for a month. I muster bin a fool; but then we were only jist married a little while. He's been away drovin' in Queenslan' as long as eighteen months at a time since then.
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