"The weight of the clip depends on good grazing," he explained to Donald.
"The clip?"
"Aye, the wool. Wool is sold by the pound, you must know. The better the feed, the thicker the wool. We must look out, though, for poisoned meadows. There do be many in this region."
"Poisoned meadows!"
"Fields where poison herbage grows. Hundreds of sheep lose their lives devouring poisonous weeds. Keep your eye out for signs, laddie."
"Signs! Signs up here!"
"Where else? That is one of the many things our United States government does for us. It posts notices of poisoned meadows to warn the grazers on the range."
"That is a pretty nice thing to do!" Donald said.
"Sure enough it is," agreed Sandy. "Some day the survey will have all the water-holes catalogued along with the poisoned herbage, and will then be able to direct herders to the best grazing grounds. That is what the government is busy trying to do now."
"And yet sheep-owners kick at paying for permits," exclaimed Donald. "Why, lots of that permit money must come back in this way to the very men who pay it."