The sun then comes out, and our day is done. No felis this time.
So we scout the country for information to be used later, and return to
camp to drown our sorrow in food.
This was my first knowledge that a dog could be placed in charge of a
flock of sheep or goats. It seems that these little sheep dogs, not
even collies, but some shaggy little plebeians, are given full charge
of the band. They lead them out to pasture, guard them, and keep them
together during the day and bring them home at night. They will, when
properly instructed, take a band of goats out for a week on a long
route, and bring them all safely home again. At least, they used to do
this until the lion appeared on the scene.
That evening we asked the rancher to lock his goats in the corral till
noon.
Next morning we rose again in time to see the morning star glitter with
undimmed glory. Up the trail we mounted, the dogs eager for the chase.
An old owl in a hollow tree asked us again and again who we were; all
else was silent in the woods.
Saving our strength, we arrived quietly on the upper ridges and waited
for the dawn.
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