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Gentleman's Magazine 1899 part 2 p.549
list, itself with delight and excitement - clearly some
sheep were buried here. In a short half-hour a force of
diggers had collected, and the necessary shafts rapidly
made, but not for four hours of stern hard work did we come
against the steep cliff face and find - nought. We had taken
a wrong direction. Old Sam (the dog) was brought down to
indicate anew the whereabouts of our quest, and after
digging some yards to our left we encountered one of those
hardened blocks which we knew contained a sheep. After being
entombed for almost forty days the poor creature was in a
deplorable state. Its stommach seemed to have shrunk almost
entirely away, its eyes were glazed and sightless, its whole
body limp and powerless. The mouth opened, but so low had
ebbed the stream of vigour that no sound issued. The sheep
was barely alive. A little gin was at once administered to
rouse the digestive organs so that nutrition might be given
freely, after which blankets were brought up from the house.
Wrapped in these the sheep - a very light burden indeed -
was transported to the warm kitchen, where it was fully
brought round. The dogs gave great trouble at this point,
and we were told that the quietest of them would not
hesitate to worry and kill any sheep it found in so
emaciated a condition. It has been remarked that
sheep-worrying is always most rife during the early spring
after such a mishap as an early winter storm. Digging again,
more dead than alive, another two were reached together.
Though so closely imprisoned in the snow, one of them had
been able to reach its companion, and had torn and eaten the
wool from its qtrs. The surgical skill at command could not
remove the wool clogging its vitals, and a few hours after
the rescue the sheep had to be killed. The last gallery cut
in the snow enables us to reach a sheep which had squeezed
itself during the storm close to the cliff. The moss, so far
as it could reach, had been devoured, the soil had been
sucked from the crevices of the rock, and the bare stone had
been polished by much licking. The sheep was the best in
condition of those rescued that day."
Sheep which have been buried in the snow for such lengths of
time are very slow to recover from the effects, and few of
them are sent again to graze on the fell. They are fattened
at all hazards and sold to the butcher.
When it is observed that the average mountain sheep-farm has
twelves acres of land on the tops to one in the bottom, it
will be apparent that the sheep turned off the grass in
autumn would over-stock the other land if a large number of
the lambs or "hogs" were not wintered at other places than
on their owner's farm. On the
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