that came to the sheep-man and his family, no 
one can tell. 
One morning the man went hunting to try 
to get some fresh meat for camp. There were 
deer among the hills, but the country was so 
open and so free from cover in which a hunter 
might hide that there was small chance of his 
getting one of them. Still he tramped on mile 
after mile, scrambling down into little canyons 
and then climbing up the steep hills on the other 
side. Atnoon he shot a peccary, which is a kind 
of wild-hog with large head and tusks and no 
tail. With his meat he reached camp about two 
o’clock in the afternoon and at once blew his 
horn for his wife to drive in the sheep and come 
to the feast. 
He cut off some choice pieces of the peccary 
and put them in a pot over the fire. Then he 
washed his hands and made up dough for bread. 
While this was going on little Pearl was bringing 
sticks to keep the fire going. You see she was 
helping as best she could. 
About the time the meat was cooked and the 
bread had begun to turn brown the woman 
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