It was about nine o'clock in the morning and though it was Sunday morning it was no harm to wake me; but the shearer had mistaken me for a deaf jackaroo who was staying at the shanty and was something like me and had good-naturedly shouted almost at the top of his voice and he woke the whole shanty.
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