to herd or guide them. He was not in the least nervous or excited himself, and thus there was no contagion of alarm to carry to the flock. "After all," he thought, "these brutes know what's best for 'em better than I know myself. Let nature take its course. Let 'em do what they want and I'll follow along and keep off the cougars; and of course, get 'em back to the camp at night."
The wisest herdsman on earth could not have given him better advice. He didn't hurry the sheep. But it was not because he had heard that old Hebrew maxim,—that a lame herder takes the best care of sheep. The idea is, of course, that a lame man does not walk fast and hurry his animals. By letting them follow their own ways, he avoided the usual mistake of an inexperienced herder in trying to keep his flock too close together. They were Rambouillets—a breed in which the gregarious instinct is highly developed—and they hung close enough together for general purposes. They grazed slowly: Hugh had time to see the sky and the pines and all the miracle and magic of the wonderland about him.
Never, he thought, had there been a more sudden change in human fortunes. Two little weeks before his own sphere of life had been restricted by a few blocks of an eastern metropolis; he had been a clubman, possibly—and he thought upon the phrase with a strange derision—a social fa-
