I did not sleep well. A number of times I was disturbed, and at last I was fully awake. I thought I heard noises resembling the bleating of sheep, and the shouting of men. I sprang hurriedly to my feet. A mist hung over the land below so that I could not see but I could plainly hear. I gathered my effects and walked down the hill side. A large cliff of rocks soon stopped my further progress. It was very steep and a good long distance to the base, so I was compelled to make a long detour and do some careful climbing before I reached the somewhat level land below.

I soon found myself in a lovely country. The hills were rolling, but the general slope appeared to be northward. There was an abundance of grass and the brush assumed larger growth. I heard a song bird in a clump of bushes and I saw a number of small animals resembling rabbits. The air was mild and the sun, sailing around into the southern sky, soon became warm. Then again I heard the bleating of sheep; I was sure of it this time. I hurried forward as the sounds came from a valley under the cliff where I had rested.

From a knoll I saw a small herd of sheep. They were grazing quietly over the green hillside. I saw down and looked at these sheep. I knew now that I was saved. I knew that I had come into a habitable land. These sheep were not wild. They would furnish food and clothing to human beings.

I saw no shepherd, and I could see that the sheep were scattering boldly. I went among them and they were not afraid.

Then I heard a shout from the direction of the cliff. I listened, but could hear no words. The shout came again and I walked in that direction. I wonder now that I did not think of danger: If there were human beings there, they might be savage. I was not armed, but fear seemed altogether foreign to me. I walked boldly in the direction of the calls. They sounded like cries for help now and I quickened my steps.

I found the shepherd lying on the ground at the foot of a large and steep ledge of rocks. As I appeared in view, he looked up at me and through his pain, he still smiled. Then a look of fear came into his eyes and he stared at me with his big brown eyes. He was a boy, a big, handsome boy. A mass of neat brown hair lay in deep contrast against the pallor of his cheek.

I un-slung my burdens from my shoulder and went up to him. Seeing the fear in his face, I spoke to him, telling him not to be afraid. My voice and face must have assured him of my friendliness, for he put his hands on his leg and uttered some strange words. Seeing that I could not understand him, he pointed up to the cliff, and then again to his leg; and then I understood. He had fallen down the rocks and broken his leg.

Oh, how my heart went out to that boy! I loved him from the moment even as I love him yet. At the sight of him lying there suffering, yet looking up into my strange face with a sad, trusting smile, something came back into my heart, something came back into my life, something of boyhood's life and joys, and oh, I was so glad!

A little lamb came limping up to his master, but at sight of me, it stopped and gave its piteous cries. The boy looked at it, then at me, and then again at the rocks. I once more understood. It was while rescuing the lamb from a dangerous position that he had met with the accident.