be black, and when Tampico found 

 but twenty-nine of its kind remaining 

 he safely reasoned that he was losing 

 sheep according to the index a hun- 

 dred were gone. 



u If the land is unhealthy move out n 

 is ancient wisdom. Tampico filled his 

 pocket with stones, and reviling his 

 charges in all their walks in life and 

 history, he drove them from the coun- 

 try that was evidently the range of 

 a sheep-eater. At night he found a 

 walled-in canon, a natural corral, and 

 the woolly scattering swarm, condensed 

 into a solid fleece, went pouring into 

 the gap, urged intelligently by the dog 

 and idiotically by the man. At one side 

 of the entrance Tampico made his fire. 

 Some thirty feet away was a sheer wall 

 of rock. 



Ten miles may be a long day's 

 travel for a wretched wool-plant, but 



