A Collie At Work

[Aug. 11, 1894.]

We stood at the bottom of a deep valley with the hills rising abruptly

on either side, when Robert Scott said: "Yonder is the sheep I led away

from Llangynider, all those weary miles yesterday. I saw it as I came

over the hill-top down to the house this morning. If you wish, "Kate"

shall bring it down to my feet here for you to see it." "What?--bring

that single sheep! How will she know t
e one you want, and how can she

get it away from the flock by itself? I will not believe that possible

till I see it done, at all events."

He spoke a low word or two to the collie by his side, and away went

"Kate" right up over rock and bracken, till we could see the flock far

away upon the height above give a very rapid turn, and in a few minutes

afterwards, down rushed a strong mountain wether with the wily "Kate"

working to the right and left about thirty yards behind it. "Come away,

back 'ahint me," cried Scott; and "Kate," at once leaving the sheep,

appeared positively to fly far out, and coming round behind us, stopped

the wether in his headlong course, bringing him to a stand literally at

the shepherd's feet. "Robert," I said, "when (as you intend) you sail

next month for New Zealand, you will not take 'Kate' with you, but leave

her here for seven sovereigns." "Nae, nae, sir," was the reply, "seventy

sovereigns would nae buy her."