A SHEPHERD'S WRATH
An unusually large flock of sheep was being moved from one place to another and the shepherd, aided by a boy, seemed to be taking things gently so that the whole business was bound to take time. I drew in to allow the jostling mass to pass me and watched the flock flowing to, a fork where a dog stood sentinel. The leading ewe hesitated and the dog crouched in anticipation. Perhaps it was consideration for her condition on the part of the flockmaster that made him shout a caution to the dog, but it proved a fatal weakness. The dog paused. In a moment an un- matronly rush began and the leading ewe had the • whole flock bobbing behind her as she took the wrong turn and bolted into an open gate and a turnip field. The shepherd shouted at the dog, threw his stick on the ground and behaved with quite startling temperament for one of his calling. I went slowly past while he commanded the boy and dog to restore the sheep to the road, his curses quite lost upon me. my knowledge of Welsh being painfully inadequate at all times.
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