Wully 



WAY up in the Cheviots little Wully 

 was born. He and one other of the 

 litter were kept; his brother because 

 he resembled the best dog in the 

 vicinity, and himself because he was 

 a little yellow beauty. 

 His early life was that of a sheep-dog, in 

 company with an experienced collie who 

 trained him, and an old shepherd who was 

 scarcely inferior to them in intelligence. By 

 the time he was two years old Wully was full 

 grown and had taken a thorough course in 

 sheep. He knew them from ram-horn to lamb- 

 hoof, and old Robin, his master, at length had 

 such confidence in his sagacity that he would 

 frequently stay at the tavern all night while 

 Wully guarded the woolly idiots in the hills. 

 His education had been wisely bestowed and 

 in most ways he was a very bright little dog 

 with a future before him. Yet he never learned 

 to despise that addle-pated Robin. The old 

 Shepherd, with all his faults, his continual 



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