She roamed Glashgar with Gibbie, the gentlest, kindest, most interesting of companions.
Wherever his sheep went, she went too, and to many places besides--some of them such strange, wild, terrible places, as would have terrified her without him.

How he startled her once by darting off a rock like a seagull, straight, head-foremost, into the Death-pot! She screamed with horror, but he had done it only to amuse her; for, after what seemed to her a fearful time, he came smiling up out of the terrible darkness.

What a brave, beautiful boy he was! He never hurt anything, and nothing ever seemed to hurt him.

And what a number of things he knew! He showed her things on the mountain, things in the sky, things in the pools and streams wherever they went.

He did better than tell her about them; he made her see them, and then the things themselves told her.