Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER III RED WULL THE winter came and went; the lambing season wasover, and spring already shyly kissing the land. Andthe back of the years work broken, and her master wellstarted on a fresh season, MAdams old collie, CuttieSark, lay down one evening and passed quietly little black-and-tan lady, Parson Leggy used to say,had been the only thing on earth MAdam cared the two had been wondrously devoted; and formany a market-day the Dalesmen missed the shrill,chuckling cry which heralded the pairs approach: Weeldone, Cuttie Sark! The little man felt h
Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER III RED WULL THE winter came and went; the lambing season wasover, and spring already shyly kissing the land. Andthe back of the years work broken, and her master wellstarted on a fresh season, MAdams old collie, CuttieSark, lay down one evening and passed quietly little black-and-tan lady, Parson Leggy used to say,had been the only thing on earth MAdam cared the two had been wondrously devoted; and formany a market-day the Dalesmen missed the shrill,chuckling cry which heralded the pairs approach: Weeldone, Cuttie Sark! The little man felt his loss acutely, and, according to hiswont, vented his ill-feeling on David and the return, Tammas, whose forte lay in invective andalliteration, called him behind his back, A wenomousone! and A wiralent wiper! to the applause of tinklingpewters. 20 RED WULL 21 A shepherd without his dog is like a ship without arudder, and MAdam felt his loss practically as well asotherwise. Especially did he experience t
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