Summary

Various The Nursery, December 1881, Vol…

Now, the farmer had a great many sheep, and had not yet housed them for the winter. They were out on the hills in the open air, without any shelter.
"My poor sheep!" exclaimed the farmer. "They will be buried in the snow. They will perish with the cold."
He dressed as quickly as possible, called all his men, and his good dog Watch, and started out. It was slow work getting through the snow-drifts. Poor Watch was almost buried sometimes. But the men helped him out, and on he ran again, leaping after them like the good faithful dog he was.
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Various The Nursery, December 1881, Vol…

Watch took charge of it at once, pressing his warm body against the frosty fleece, and licking its face and feet to warm them.
So, one after another, the sheep were drawn out of their snow-cave, and then the men drove them home. Some of the small and feeble ones they had to carry in their arms, wrapping their cloaks about the little creatures to protect them from the sharp wind. [362]
The snow beat in the faces of the men so that it almost blinded them; and it was very difficult, both for themselves and the poor weak sheep, to make their way through the great drifts.
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