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A BEER-DRINKING SHEEP. 



wheel. The children all gather around and pat and pet him. 

 We feed him with the cakes and apples or bunches of water- 

 cresses brought on purpose for " dear old Jack." 



No wonder the " well-donkeys " are fat and jolly, and live to be 

 old. The^well-keeper told us that one had lived to be fifty years 

 old, and another forty years. I shouldn't wonder if our friend 

 Jack lived as long as any of them. 



In summer a great many visitors go to see this famous old 

 building, with its deep well, and the famous old donkey that lives 

 in a castle. 





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A BEER-DRIXKIXG SHEEP. 



ScHAAP is a South African sheep; and a beautiful fellow he is, 

 witn a fine, silky fleece, and long, curling horns. When he was a 

 little lamb he left his mother and wandered awa}' from the flock. 

 He would certainly have been lost, but Mr. AVatson, wlio is the 

 magistrate at Matatiele, found him and took him home. 



Mr. Watson's dog. Beauty, had three or four puppies at that 

 time, and she took the poor, little, lost lamb into her family. It was 

 such a pretty sight to see her cuddling and petting Schaap, just as 

 if he were hei" own ! 



But when the lamb grew to be a sheep he became so fond of 

 Mr. Watson that he would not sleep anywhere but in his house. 

 There he lay curled up on the mat outside Mr. Watson's bedroom 



