"I ain't had a barf since Gravesend," said Dickie, and flushed at the indiscretion.
Barf Latrigg was sixty then, turning a bit gray, but able to shear with any man they could put against him.
Yes, yes; Barf is as happy as a boy now, but I remember when he was back-set and fore-set with trouble.
Barf had lost his sight when I got there; but he knew my voice, and he asked me to lay my face against his face.
Barf's married daughters had their portions long ago, but he left each of them three hundred pounds as a good-will token.
Charlotte, I have been coming to Barf Latrigg's shearings for about half a century.