A BIG SHEEP FARM. 337

‘call an outrider—a kind of cousin to your boundary rider. It is a
similar style of being,” said Uncle Nat. s

“Come into my wool-shed, please. My men finish shearing about
Christmas-time, and they are still at work,” said

Mr. Bright.
“The sheep have been washed in the wash-pool.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 

It is not anywhere near, but after this first step -
in the process of wool-stripping, they are driven
here. They next are taken ito these pens in
the shed — see, some have been driven in already,
and there go the shearers for their booty!”

The shearers would make a dive for the
sheep, bring them out to “the |
board” or floor, and in a very. short
time clip “ Ba-ba’s”’ coat of wool
from the back.

“Tar!” shouted a shearer.

“ What does that mean?” asked
Ralph.

“The shears clipped too close and cut the skin of the sheep, and we
put the tar upon the wound,” explained Mr. Bright.

A boy with a tar-pot now came hurrying up and gave the wounded

A COUSIN TO YOUR BOUNDARY-
RIDER.

spot a plaster at once.

“ After the removal of the wool,” said Mr. Bright, “a man called a
_ sorter,’ takes it and gives it a place according to its merits. When the
wool has been sorted it is packed into bales, which are then pressed,
and finally loaded on wagons that will need a dozen bullocks, maybe,
to haul them to some place of transportation.”

“Tar!” shouted a shearer.

There was no response.