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This
dog
had
originally
belonged
to
a
shepherd
of
inferior
morals
and
dreadful
temper
,
and
the
result
was
that
George
knew
the
exact
degrees
of
condemnation
signified
by
cursing
and
swearing
of
all
descriptions
better
than
the
wickedest
old
man
in
the
neighbourhood
.
Long
experience
had
so
precisely
taught
the
animal
the
difference
between
such
exclamations
as
"
Come
in
!
"
and
"
D
–
–
–
–
ye
,
come
in
!
"
that
he
knew
to
a
hair
’
s
breadth
the
rate
of
trotting
back
from
the
ewes
’
tails
that
each
call
involved
,
if
a
staggerer
with
the
sheep
crook
was
to
be
escaped
.
Though
old
,
he
was
clever
and
trustworthy
still
.
The
young
dog
,
George
’
s
son
,
might
possibly
have
been
the
image
of
his
mother
,
for
there
was
not
much
resemblance
between
him
and
George
.
He
was
learning
the
sheep
-
keeping
business
,
so
as
to
follow
on
at
the
flock
when
the
other
should
die
,
but
had
got
no
further
than
the
rudiments
as
yet
—
still
finding
an
insuperable
difficulty
in
distinguishing
between
doing
a
thing
well
enough
and
doing
it
too
well
.
So
earnest
and
yet
so
wrong
-
headed
was
this
young
dog
(
he
had
no
name
in
particular
,
and
answered
with
perfect
readiness
to
any
pleasant
interjection
)
,
that
if
sent
behind
the
flock
to
help
them
on
,
he
did
it
so
thoroughly
that
he
would
have
chased
them
across
the
whole
county
with
the
greatest
pleasure
if
not
called
off
or
reminded
when
to
stop
by
the
example
of
old
George
.
Thus
much
for
the
dogs
.
On
the
further
side
of
Norcombe
Hill
was
a
chalk
-
pit
,
from
which
chalk
had
been
drawn
for
generations
,
and
spread
over
adjacent
farms
.
Two
hedges
converged
upon
it
in
the
form
of
a
V
,
but
without
quite
meeting
.
The
narrow
opening
left
,
which
was
immediately
over
the
brow
of
the
pit
,
was
protected
by
a
rough
railing
.
One
night
,
when
Farmer
Oak
had
returned
to
his
house
,
believing
there
would
be
no
further
necessity
for
his
attendance
on
the
down
,
he
called
as
usual
to
the
dogs
,
previously
to
shutting
them
up
in
the
outhouse
till
next
morning
.
Only
one
responded
—
old
George
;
the
other
could
not
be
found
,
either
in
the
house
,
lane
,
or
garden
.
Gabriel
then
remembered
that
he
had
left
the
two
dogs
on
the
hill
eating
a
dead
lamb
(
a
kind
of
meat
he
usually
kept
from
them
,
except
when
other
food
ran
short
)
,
and
concluding
that
the
young
one
had
not
finished
his
meal
,
he
went
indoors
to
the
luxury
of
a
bed
,
which
latterly
he
had
only
enjoyed
on
Sundays
.
It
was
a
still
,
moist
night
.
Just
before
dawn
he
was
assisted
in
waking
by
the
abnormal
reverberation
of
familiar
music
.
To
the
shepherd
,
the
note
of
the
sheep
-
bell
,
like
the
ticking
of
the
clock
to
other
people
,
is
a
chronic
sound
that
only
makes
itself
noticed
by
ceasing
or
altering
in
some
unusual
manner
from
the
well
-
known
idle
twinkle
which
signifies
to
the
accustomed
ear
,
however
distant
,
that
all
is
well
in
the
fold
.
In
the
solemn
calm
of
the
awakening
morn
that
note
was
heard
by
Gabriel
,
beating
with
unusual
violence
and
rapidity
.
This
exceptional
ringing
may
be
caused
in
two
ways
—
by
the
rapid
feeding
of
the
sheep
bearing
the
bell
,
as
when
the
flock
breaks
into
new
pasture
,
which
gives
it
an
intermittent
rapidity
,
or
by
the
sheep
starting
off
in
a
run
,
when
the
sound
has
a
regular
palpitation
.
The
experienced
ear
of
Oak
knew
the
sound
he
now
heard
to
be
caused
by
the
running
of
the
flock
with
great
velocity
.
He
jumped
out
of
bed
,
dressed
,
tore
down
the
lane
through
a
foggy
dawn
,
and
ascended
the
hill
.
The
forward
ewes
were
kept
apart
from
those
among
which
the
fall
of
lambs
would
be
later
,
there
being
two
hundred
of
the
latter
class
in
Gabriel
’
s
flock
.
These
two
hundred
seemed
to
have
absolutely
vanished
from
the
hill
.
There
were
the
fifty
with
their
lambs
,
enclosed
at
the
other
end
as
he
had
left
them
,
but
the
rest
,
forming
the
bulk
of
the
flock
,
were
nowhere
.
Gabriel
called
at
the
top
of
his
voice
the
shepherd
’
s
call
:
"
Ovey
,
ovey
,
ovey
!
"
Not
a
single
bleat
.
He
went
to
the
hedge
;
a
gap
had
been
broken
through
it
,
and
in
the
gap
were
the
footprints
of
the
sheep
.
