Then, up come the Union organisers, form a Union of the men and say to them: "You've got to pay ten shillings down to the Union and sign a contract that you won't shear under twenty shillings a day." The Organiser pockets the ten shillings, and makes three pounds a week and his expenses besides, so it pays HIM pretty well.

Well then, the shearers go to the squatters.

"All right," say they, "we'll shear your sheep, but it's going to be twenty shillings instead of seventeen and six." The squatters grumble, but they've got to have their sheep shorn, and they pay the twenty shillings.

Next year, I'm told, the word is to go round that it's to be twenty-two and sixpence.

Well sir, we're to see what's to happen then!' The Labour talk lacked local picturesqueness.