From the hill-top the second morning she saw paddock after paddock,
each with a brown, slowly moving mass; she ran down through the
sunshine with Bunty to view them more closely.
"Oh, WHAT a shame!" she exclaimed, actual tears of disappointment
springing to her eyes when she saw the great fat things with their
long, dirty, ragged-looking fleece.
"Wait for a time, little woman," Mr. Hassal said; "just you wait
till we give them their baths."
CHAPTER XVII Cattle-Drafting at Yarrahappini
"To wheel the wild scrub cattle at the yard
With a running fire of stockwhip and a fiery run of hoofs."
Pip could hardly sleep one night, a month after their arrival, for
thinking of the cattle drafting that was on the programme for the
morrow. He had been casting about for some fresh occupation, far
he was a boy to whom variety was the salt of life. At first he had
been certain he could never tire of shooting rabbits. Mr. Hassal had
given him the "jolliest little stunner of a gun," and, Tettawonga
had gone out with him the first day; and had been very scornful
about his enthusiasm when he shot two.
"Ba'al good, gun do. Plenty fellow rabbit longa scrub, budgery
way north, budgery way south; budgery way eblywhere.
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