You were on sheep when I came in.

Get back to them and give me your mind on Cheviots.

The lamb sales promise well." For twenty minutes the room hummed with technicalities.

One man might support the conversation on alien matters, but on sheep the humblest found a voice: Lewis watched the ring of faces with a sharp delight.
The election had made him sick of his fellows--fellows who chattered and wrangled and wallowed in the sentimental.

But now every line of these brown faces, the keen blue eyes, the tawny, tangled beards, and the inimitable soft-sounding southern speech, seemed an earnest of a real and strenuous life.