THE LOST SHEEP.

Soon the snow began to fall and it was pleasant to sit round the fire and watch the great logs crackling on the hearth.  They were all very happy at the cottage and Rover was sure that he had the best home in the world.

One bitterly cold night the wind blew in great gusts.  In some way the door of the sheep-shed blew open and in the morning not one of the sheep could be seen.  The poor things were so tired of being shut up that they had wandered off in the cold.

When the shepherd missed his sheep, he was in great trouble.

“Rover, my boy,” he said, “the sheep have run away.  What shall we do?  I wonder if you are wise enough to help me find them.”

Rover jumped up quickly and shook himself as if to say, “I am all ready!” and then ran to the door.  First he ran round and round the sheepfold, smelling with his moist, black nose close to the ground, and looking very wise.  Then he ran a little way towards the hills and stood looking back, with one paw in the air.  His ears were lifted, his eyes were bright, and he gave a low whine, as if to say, “I think those poor sheep have gone to the hills.  Are you coming with me, or shall I go alone?”

THE LOST DOG.

Rover trotted off towards the hills and his master followed, but he could not walk fast enough to please the dog.

There was no snow on the ground at first, but before noon it began to fall thick and fast.  The day passed and the father was still away; night came and he had not returned.

Sandy and Jessie were very sad, for they could think only of their father and his faithful dog.  It was very dangerous to be out on the hills in such weather.  Often men were lost in the snow and died from cold and hunger.

At last, after hours of anxious waiting, a welcome footstep was heard and the happy children ran to open the door.  Their father came in, shaking the snow from his rough coat.  He looked very grave and tired.

“Oh, father!” cried Sandy.  “Where is Rover?  And have you found the sheep?”

The poor man shook his head.  “The sheep are not to be found,” he said sadly.  “And I have lost our good Rover, too.  It is a terrible storm.  I fear they are all frozen.  If the sheep are killed, it will take all I have in the world to pay for them.”

ROVER COMES HOME.

Sandy and Jessie began to cry.  Their mother, too, was crying.  She was busy with the supper, but her thoughts were with the poor, hungry animals in the bitter cold.

Early the next morning, and for several days the shepherd went out to look for his lost sheep, but he could find no trace of them.

“There is nothing for me to do now but to go to the owner of the sheep,” he said, at last.  “He is a very hard man.  I am afraid he will turn us out of our home.”