Christmas Stories
protecting the lambs with their warm bodies. No, the old sheep may feel the chill wind but they will not let their babies suffer.”
“Just look at my little baby lamb,” said the boy. “See it is curled up snugly by its mother. Oh! I do hope that no harm will come to it, for it is the tiniest lamb of the flock and I love it. Do you know, Father, I call it ‘Snow-white’ for it is like the white snow which we sometimes see on the far-distant mountain-peaks.”
“Come, boy,” said the father, “you have rested all day; so you watch the flock and the fire for a time and I will lie down here by Grandsire and take a nap.”
The boy lay upon the ground looking at the camp-fire smoke curling up toward the sky. Then he looked at the sleeping shepherds stretched out upon the ground, and
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