THE RED COW 



savings from the bank and started into business with 

 four ewe lambs. My first active interest in the new 

 venture occurred when the sheep were brought home. 

 I was called out to help get them into the sheep pen 

 that had been built for their reception. When I 

 appeared on the scene the sheep all had their backs 

 to the door, and in their eyes there was an expres- 

 sion that suggested the popular song: "Where Do 

 We Go From Here ?" It was quite evident that they 

 had no intention of going through the door. As we 

 crowded in on them I spread myself out so as to 

 cover as wide an area as possible, feet well apart and 

 arms outstretched. I am not exactly clear as to 

 what happened, but the sensation I had was that one 

 sheep went under each arm, one between my legs and 

 the other over my head. Anyway, by the time I had 

 recovered my scattered wits they were in a far cor- 

 ner of the orchard, bleating pathetically. 



The children rounded them up once more, while 

 Sheppy, though a thoroughbred Collie, hovered 

 around wondering what these creatures were. I don't 

 believe he ever before had a close view of a sheep, but 

 if Darwin is right, he would very soon show inher- 

 ited instinct, and know just what to do in order to 



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