a lonely rock standing in the centre of a valley there the streams takes its rise. At a distance this rock looks like an old
castle Sheep herding has been extolled by philosophers poets, but I think that both philosophy poetry are dimly seen in the
business if seen at all. Milton bewailed his inability to see flocks herds but I don't care of I should never see any
more of these dirty mongrel mutton assemblies The native mountain sheep is a happy animal handsome as a deer but these misshapen
mixed improved creatures are fearfully