There were about two hundred, wethers and ewes, and they were young
and looked a good breed too, but so poor they could scarcely travel;
they soon picked up, though. The drought was blazing all round and Out-Back,
and I think that my corner of the ridges was the only place
where there was any grass to speak of. We had another shower or two,
and the grass held out. Chaps began to talk of `Joe Wilson's luck'.
I would have liked to shear those sheep; but I hadn't time
to get a shed or anything ready -- along towards Christmas
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