The boy had a swarthy, pleasant face, and to Jean's greeting he replied, "BUENAS DIAS." Jean understood little Spanish, and about all he gathered by his simple queries was that the lad was not alone--and that it was "lambing time." This latter circumstance grew noisily manifest.

The forest seemed shrilly full of incessant baas and plaintive bleats.

All about the camp, on the slope, in the glades, and everywhere, were sheep.

A few were grazing; many were lying down; most of them were ewes suckling white fleecy little lambs that staggered on their feet.

Everywhere Jean saw tiny lambs just born.