about nine o'clock in the morning
Now this is the creed from the Book of the Bush -- Should be simple and plain to a dunce : `` If a man 's in a hole you must pass round the hat Were he jail-bird or gentleman once . '' `` Is it any harm to wake yer ? '' 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 . Anyway he woke three or four others who were sleeping on beds and stretchers , and one on a shake-down on the floor , in the same room . It had been a wet night , and the shanty was full of shearers from Big Billabong Shed which had cut out the day before . My room mates had been drinking and gambling overnight , and they swore luridly at the intruder for disturbing them .