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down the hills, as if a thousand shepherds had been piping on their tops. Clutch and Kind had never heard such music before. As they listened, the soreness passed from their feet, and the heaviness from their hearts; and getting up, they followed the sound up the cleft, and over a wide heath, covered with purple bloom; till, at sunset, they came to the hill-top, and saw a broad pasture, where violets grew thick among the grass, and thousands of snow-white sheep were feeding, while an old man sat in the midst of them, playing on his pipe. He wore a long coat, the colour of the holly leaves; his hair hung to his waist, and his beard to his knees; but both were as white as snow, and he had the countenance of one who had led a quiet life, and known no cares nor losses.

“‘Good father,’ said Kind, for his eldest brother hung back and was afraid, ‘tell us what land is this, and where can we find service; for my brother and I are shepherds, and can well keep flocks from straying, though we have lost our own.’

“‘These are the hill pastures,’ said the old man, ‘and I am the ancient shepherd. My flocks never stray, but I have employment for you. Which of you can shear best?’

“‘Good father,’ said Clutch, taking courage, ‘I am the closest shearer in all the plain country: