Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 24

Memories of a Shepherd Boy from Wales

as soon as I cut away the pack. Then by pulling her head and had to be gathered. It was well after dark when I Lawrence had successiullv brought the large herd of building a fire to provide light. He had remembered to rill tne water bag at a sonns. The horse and donkey tender grass growing close by. In about ten minutes the fit in the far end of the tent, then laying them on the by a heavy quilt and two army wool blankets with one or two heavy quilts on top made a good bed. The small camp stove was leveled, and two small chimney pipes extending ing our noon meal had aLl been spilled out of the crock used for this purpose. The mess was quickly cleaned up and baking powder biscuits were substituted. Delicious mutton steaks were soon sizzling and a good supper was damp bed. The crisis of the day had passed. My experience of herding sheep in the mountains began in the spring at age nine following a bout with rheumatic fever the winter before. causing my mother deep concern about niy health. Hv Uncle John had suggested that I be with nre riding back of him on the old sorrel mule, we happy boy. 21