From the tracks Jean calculated that the sheep had passed there the day before.
An unreasonable antipathy seemed born in him.

To be sure he had been prepared to dislike sheep, and that was why he was unreasonable.

But on the other hand this band of sheep had left a broad bare swath, weedless, grassless, flowerless, in their wake.

Where sheep grazed they destroyed.

That was what Jean had against them.
An hour later he rode to the crest of a long parklike slope, where new green grass was sprouting and flowers peeped everywhere.