They hang back, and one waits for another, and, finally, they all try to go at once." "Precisely; when one goes they all want to go, if it was to jump into a bottomless pit.

Many sheep are injured by overcrowding, so I have my gates and doors very wide.

Now, let us call them up." There wasn't one in sight, but when Mr.Wood lifted up his voice and cried: "Ca nan, nan, nan!" black faces began to peer out from among the bushes; and little black legs, carrying white bodies, came hurrying up the stony paths from the cooler parts of the pasture.

Oh, how glad they were to get the salt! Mr.Wood let Miss Laura spread it on some flat rocks, then they sat down on a log under a tree and watched them eating it and licking the rocks when it was all gone.

Miss Laura sat; fanning herself with her hat and smiling at them.