|  | Gentleman's Magazine 1890 part 1 p.531 this time they rapidly improve in condition; with the new  
grass their strength returns; they are ever and ceaselessly  
nibbling. And now the shepherds are very busy with their  
flocks. The ewes are drafted out and quietly driven to the  
lowlands. These are distrtibuted among the fields of the  
hill farmers, and for a time have better fare. An anxious  
time is approaching; but here the lambing season comes fully 
two months later than in the lower and cultivated valleys.  
Daily attention is paid to the ewes, and about mid-April the 
lambs begin to make their appearance. The Black-faced and  
Herdwicks are hardy; there is no folding, no extra feeding,  
and they come through the critical time in a manner that  
would astonish the southern farmer. The mortality is  
exceedingly small; the lambs are strong and quickly on their 
legs. As soon as the lambing season is over, and the little  
strangers are strong enough to bear the journey, the whole  
flock is driven back to the fells. Each year the farmer  
breeds two varieties of lambs. The Black-faced and Herdwick  
ewes produce both, one of which is half-breed the other  
pure. The pure portion is to keep the blood of the farm; the 
half-breeds, which are heavier and larger lambs, are  
intended for sale. At this time the barren ewes are also  
drafted from the flock, they too being fatted for the  
market.
 As the warm days of May pass to those of early June, the  
shepherds commence to "gather" their flocks for the washing. 
In this they are aided by collies - small wiry creatures,  
almost inconceivably intelligent. They in nowise resemble  
the sheep-dogs of the show-bench, but are mostly built on  
the lines of the hill fox. They can be hounded for miles -  
as far as they can see the action of the shepherd directing  
them. In fact they are quite knowing enough to work without  
his direction; and I have seen them scaling a crag and  
carefully bringing a flock of sheep from the rocks and  
gullies where not a single thing was apparent to the eye.  
"Devil's Dust," "Wily," and "Fleet" were three of the most  
intelligent brutes that ever ran. I have spent weeks among  
the mists with the lovable trio. When a head-strong Herdwick 
gets upon the shelving rocks of the crags, the dogs never  
force. They crouch, using the utmost patience, and rather  
guide the sheep than drive it. That these dogs become  
fascinated in their work there can be no question. It is  
clear, too, that the work is difficult, and always more or  
less painful; for after a hard day's running upon the fells  
their feet are dreadfully cut up by the sharp stones, which  
in summer blister the hand if laid upon them. These beds of  
flat tinkling stones give out their not unmusical notes as  
the men, sheep, and their canine guardians, rush over them.  
It is usual on the hill farms, where a great number of sheep 
are kept,
 
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