“WOOL IS UP”

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LX, Issue 18192, 13 September 1933, Page 9

“WOOL IS UP”

GLORIOUS REFRAIN ‘‘Wool is up," remarks a squatter as he stands on the station steps and Surveys the broad brown lands that are his. "Wool is up!” shouts the mailman to a drover as he. passes him on a dusty road. And at the close of day, when the drover camps on some reserve near a tiny holding he yells at the top of his voico to the owner, "Hi, hi, there ! Wool is up !” "Eh! What’s that!” erics the cocky, and the drover repeats,' "Wool is up!” "\\'ool is up!" The whole countryside takes up the glorious retrain. To the rattle of tbo milk cans in the morning, to the harking of the dogs at night, to the passing of a train, to the whispering of a breeze, to the gurgling of a creek (if there’s any water in it), “Wool is up !’’ Now is the time of shearing in the far western sheds. Can’t you hear the engines boating out the tune, "Wool is up,” and as a fleece falls can’t you see a sweating shearer stretch upward tor a. minute and whisper to the rouseabout, "Wool is up,” while a very newly released sheep stumbles out into the sunshine and, turning, bleats balefully, “Wool is up.” Out there in the great west country, Dorothy Cottrell’s dear land of the “Singing Gold” is a joy and gladness far beyond the ken of city folk. For what person who has never known it can understand the magic of the words, "Wool is up !”—Margaret Beth Lucas, in the Sydney Morning Herald.