on the circus grounds they only had a few buffaloes.
The town presented a very busy appearance, this being the wool season. Herders were bringing in bands of sheep, with thousands to a band, for the shearing. I was invited for a drive to see the shearing, which was all being done by machinery. This was a pitiful sight to me—to see the way the clipping machines cut up the sheep, and to hear thousands of little lambs crying on account of the separation from their mothers. This was one trip I did not enjoy.
It was a perfect sight to see the immense quantity of wool in sacks ready for shipment. The wool buyers were here from as far east as Boston, and all the sheep owners in the country, and it certainly did make things lively. I finally bade adieu to this stirring
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