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Moorland Sheep
A MOORLAND SHEEP-FARM.
I HAVE at last found a man who does not love the moors. It
was quite by accident, and consequently the shock was a
little more severe. But it came out so gently, and I was
taken into confidence so simply as a fellow-thinker, that I
nearly proved a traitor to my best beloved. I had just
sufficient bravery to refer with apology to the summer flush
of the heather, and memory enough to recall Mr. Ruskin,
whose words are ever our best rallying cries - "beds a foot
deep in flowers, and close in tufted cushions, and the
mountain air that floated over them rich in honey like a
draught of metheglin."
I may be wrong, but I think that one who loves the moors is
not content with their artistic glories alone; he lives in
sympathy with all the tiresome routine and startling
vicissitudes of the numerous denizens of the airy and bleak
uplands; he is a moor bird, and, to parody Terence,
everything connected with the moors is most interesting to
him. Are there any others, I wonder, who will share with me
an interest in the affairs and in the sorrows of a moorland
farmer?
A moorland farm is not necessarily situated entirely on the
moors. Many of the farmers who go by this name have land
which, while it lifts its face into the sky to smile, stoops
down also to the riverside to drink under the shade of
trees. The lower ground is invaluable for supplementing the
use of the moors. The produce of these "beds a foot deep in
flowers" may be divided into three parts, namely, mutton and
wool, game, and honey, yielded by sheep, grouse, and bees.
The mention of these items in connection seems to us
somewhat incongruous, for what has a moorland farmer to do
with grouse and bees? And yet the three seem to go so well
together, they sound so much like a northern promised land,
that we feel disposed to cast the burden of incongruity
rather upon circumstances and ordinances than upon the idea
itself.
Before speculating further on this matter let us inquire a
little into the stock and methods of one of these farmers,
whose sheep run
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