struck down one, seized it, and turn- 

 ing away, he scrambled back up the 

 mountains. 



The sheep-herder leaped to his 

 feet, fired his gun, and the dog came 

 running over the solid mass of sheep, 

 barking loudly. But Jack was gone. 

 The sheep-herder contented himself 

 with making two or three fires, shoot- 

 ing off his gun, and telling his beads. 



That was Jack's first mutton, but 

 it was not the last. Thenceforth when 

 he wanted a sheep and it became a 

 regular need he knew he had merely 

 to walk along the ridge till his nose 

 said, "Turn, and go so/' for smelling 

 is believing in Bear life. 



