The sheep were turned out to pasture in April.

They can't bear confinement as well as the cows, and as they bite closer they can be turned out earlier, and get on well by having good rations of corn in addition to the grass, which is thin and poor so early in the spring.

This young creature was running by his mother's side, rather a weak-legged, poor specimen of a lamb.

Every night the flock was put under shelter, for the ground was cold, and though the sheep might not suffer from lying out-doors, the lambs would get chilled.

One night this fellow's mother got astray, and as Ben neglected to make the count, she wasn't missed.