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personality and leads his sheep.html">sheep.html">sheep in pretending to be led. well.html">well.html">Well might
favorite at his work; well might Tammas pull out that hackneyed
the crowd bawl their enthusiasm, and Long Kirby puff his cheeks
Wull were selected to fight out the struggle afresh.
The course was altered and stiffened. On the far side the stream.html">stream it
through the gap in the wall.html">wall; along the hillside; down through the
from its former position, carried over the bridge.html">bridge, up the near slope.html">slope,
done beneath the very nose of the crowd. A stiff course, if ever
good position. And well they might; for about to begin was the
behold.
Those two, who had won on many a hard-fought field, worked
yacht in Southampton Water; round the flag, through the gap, they
right well that awkward turn; and back.html">back to the bridge.
There they stopped: the sheep would not face that narrow way.
Pip, his tongue out and tail quivering, brought them back to the
was up. The judges signalled; and the Welshman called off his dog.html">dog.html">dog
down and took the small dark head between his knees--and you
pest, Pip," he cried brokenly, "but we're peat--the first time ever
twitching fingers; the whole crowd tense as a stretched wire. A
would, he beat. And not a man there but knew it.
Yet over the stream master and dog went about their business
were rounding up a flock on the Muir Pike.
The old dog found his sheep in a twinkling and a wild, scared trio
a dash for the open. He was quick; but the gray dog was quicker: a
hill.
Down the slope they came for the gap in the wall. A little. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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