I suppose that like most other animals they had a spice of wickedness in them.

On this day a quarrel arose between two sheep; but instead of running at each other like two dogs they went a long distance apart, and then came rushing at each other with lowered heads.

Their object seemed to be to break each other's skull; but Miss Laura soon stopped them by calling out and frightening them apart.

I thought that the lambs were more interesting than the sheep.

Sometimes they fed quietly by their mothers' sides, and at other times they all huddled together on the top of some flat rock or in a bare place, and seemed to be talking to each other with their heads close together.