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'The very road itself seemed to be on a march…The old rams lead the way, fierce looking, their horns piercing the dusty air; behind them moves the main body of the sheep, the ewes a little weary, with their young trotting in their footsteps; the mules with their red pompoms, follow carrying the day-old lambs in baskets which rock like cradles; then the dogs, dripping with sweat, their tongues almost touching the ground, and the shepherds, two great rascals in their home-spun russet cloaks which reach to their heels like ecclesiastical vestments.' page 47
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