Lad: A Dog by Albert Payson Terhune

Author:Albert Payson Terhune
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group

In less than five minutes the twenty scampering runaways were “ringed” on the hillock. And, still keeping the Prussian sheep dog out of mischief, Lad established himself in the ring’s center.

Further than that, and the keeping of the ring intact, his primal instincts did not serve him. Having rounded up his flock Lad had not the remotest idea what to do with them. So he merely held them there until the noisily gabbling humans should decide to take the matter out of his care.

McGillicuddy examined every sheep separately and found not a scratch or a stain on any of them. Then he told in effect what has here been set down as to Lad’s exploit.

As he finished his recital McGillicuddy looked shamefacedly around him as though gathering courage for an irksome task. A sickly yellow dawn was crawling over the eastern mountains, throwing a ghostly glow on the shepherd’s dour and craggy visage. Drawing a long breath of resolve he advanced upon Lad. Dropping on one knee, his eyes on a level with the unconcernedly observant collie’s, McGillicuddy intoned:

“Laddie, ye’re a braw, braw dog. Ou, a canny dog! A sonsie dog, Laddie! I hae na met yer match this side o’ Kirkcaldy Brae. Gin ye’ll tak’ an auld fule’s apology for wrangin’ ye, an’ an auld fule’s hand in gude fellowship, ’twill pleasure me, Laddie. Winna ye let bygones be bygones, an’ shake?”

Yes, the speech was ridiculous, but no one felt like laughing, not even the Wall Street Farmer. The shepherd was gravely sincere and he knew that Lad would understand his burring words.

And Lad did understand. Solemnly he sat up. Solemnly he laid one white forepaw in the gnarled palm the kneeling shepherd outstretched to him. His eyes glinted in wise friendliness as they met the admiring gaze of the old man. Two born shepherds were face to face. Deep was calling unto deep.

Presently McGillicuddy broke the spell by rising abruptly to his feet. Gruffly he turned to the Master.

“There’s na wit, sir,” he growled, “in speirin’ will ye sell him. But—but I compliment ye on him, nanetheless.”

“That’s right; McGillicuddy’s right!” boomed the Wall Street Farmer, catching but part of his shepherd’s mumbled words. “Good idea! He is a fine dog. I see that now. I was prejudiced. I freely admit it. A remarkable dog. What’ll you take for him? Or—better yet, how would you like to swap, even, for Melisande?”

The Master’s mouth again flew ajar, and many sizzling words jostled each other in his throat. Before any of these could shame his hospitality by escaping, the Mistress hurriedly interposed:

“Dear, we left all the house doors wide open. Would you mind hurrying back ahead of us and seeing that everything is safe? And—will you take Lad with you?”

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