While our thoughts were carried away to these scenes of thirsty flocks drinking, I chanced to notice that the tea-ball was again quietly at work.  As we sat thinking on that picture up in the mountain, a good hand offered our guest a fresh cup.  He received it with a low bow, sipped it in quiet, then with a grateful smile began speaking again: 

“‘He restoreth my soul.’  You know,” he said, turning to me, “that soul means the life or one’s self in the Hebrew writings.”

Then addressing us all he went on:  “There are perilous places for the sheep on all sides, and they seem never to learn to avoid them.  The shepherd must ever be on the watch.  And there are private fields and sometimes gardens and vineyards here and there in the shepherd country; if the sheep stray into them and be caught there it is forfeited to the owner of the land.  So, ’he restoreth my soul’ means, ’The shepherd brings me back and rescues me from fatal and forbidden places.’”

“‘Restores me when wandering,’ is the way it is put in one of our hymns,” I interposed.

“Ah, sir, that is it exactly,” he answered, “’restores me when wandering!’

“’He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.’  Often have I roamed through the shepherd country in my youth and seen how hard it is to choose the right path for the sheep; one leads to a precipice, another to a place where the sheep cannot find the way back; and the shepherd was always going ahead, ‘leading’ them in the right paths, proud of his good name as a shepherd.

“Some paths that are right paths still lead through places that have deadly perils. ’Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,’ is the way the psalm touches this fact in shepherd life.  This way of naming the valley is very true to our country.  I remember one near my home called ’the valley of robbers,’ and another, ‘the ravine of the raven.’  You see ’the valley of the shadow of death’ is a name drawn from my country’s old custom.

“‘For thou art with me.’  Ah, how could more be put into few words!  With the sheep, it matters not what the surroundings are, nor how great the perils and hardships; if only the shepherd is with them, they are content.  There is no finer picture of the way of peace for the troubled in all the world.

“To show how much the presence of the shepherd counts for the welfare of the sheep I can think of nothing better than the strange thing I now tell you.  It is quite beyond the usual, daily care on which the flock depends so fondly.  But I have seen it more than once.

“Sometimes, in spite of all the care of the shepherd and his dogs, a wolf will get into the very midst of the flock.  The sheep are wild with fright.  They run and leap and make it impossible to get at the foe in their midst, who at that very moment may be fastening his teeth in the throat of a helpless member of the flock.  But the shepherd is with them.  He knows what to do even at such a time.  He leaps to a rock or hillock that he may be seen and heard.  Then he lifts his voice in a long call, something like a wolf’s cry:  ‘Ooh! ooh!’