They dab a splotch of sheep-dip on the place and go right ahead.
The coat of wool was unbelievably thick.

Before the shearing the sheep looked like the fat woman in the circus; after it he looked like a bench.
He was clipped to the skin; and smoothly and uniformly.

The fleece comes from him all in one piece and has the spread of a blanket.
The college was flying the Australian flag--the gridiron of England smuggled up in the northwest corner of a big red field that had the random stars of the Southern Cross wandering around over it.
From Horsham we went to Stawell.

By rail.

Still in the colony of Victoria.