One day the men saw officers of the law coming toward them. They knew that they would be arrested if they were found out. To avoid arrest, they emptied their whisky into the lake. People say that the waters have remained half whisky from that day to this.
Sandy jogs along toward Aberfoyle. It is the day he delivers his injured lamb to the mercies of his young friend. During this time, he pa.s.ses another "loch," the well known and much beloved "Loch Lomond."
Sandy stops on the sh.o.r.e. He gazes below on the shining blue waters, upon which ply the tiny white steamers. He shoulders his bagpipes and plays the melody known in every clime, "On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond." Here the fairies were wont to dwell. A tale is told of fairy dyers, who worked for the clans of Loch Lomond in the days of yore.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "ON THE BONNY, BONNY BANKS OF LOCH LOMOND"]
A joke was once played upon the wee elfin folk by a boy. The lad asked to have the fleece of a black sheep dyed white. Angered by this request, the fairies overturned their pots of dye into the lake and never more returned.
But the color from their dye turned the lake an unearthly shade of blue. This color is different from that of all other lakes, and thus it has remained.
Again Sandy pipes:
"For me and ma true love will never meet again On the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomond."
CHAPTER VI
IAN"S BETTY
For many weeks after Sandy"s departure from Aberfoyle, Ian tended the lamb carefully. He fed it from a baby"s bottle. The young creature grew strong and fat. It would follow the boy around as though it knew him to be its nurse.
It was a loving little animal, and Ian became very fond of it. He would take it with him when he sat with his father upon the hill where Roy guarded the other sheep.
It did not mingle with the others, for it was an orphan. It knew that it did not belong with the flock. Sheep are not like people. Human beings, seeing a motherless child, would strive to protect it with their own young ones.
[Ill.u.s.tration: IAN FED BETTY FROM A NURSING BOTTLE]
So the task of protector and nurse fell to Ian. He loved to feel the wee one"s soft fur against his cheek as it lay on the hill with him. He liked to feed it from its bottle and hear the soft, gurgling noises it made.
It amused him to see its tail waggled so rapidly after each mouthful of milk. This is the way it showed Ian how well it liked its dinner. And as Ian felt the lamb, warm and soft in his arms, he seemed to feel there something else--his beloved bagpipes!
Much to the amus.e.m.e.nt of his parents, Ian called the lamb Betty, his baby sister"s name. He felt that it was as helpless and young as she.
Very often they both sucked from their nursing bottles at the same time. While they were doing this, they looked at each other with big, wondering eyes. Ian often sat and admired the pair and laughingly said to his mother, "Your baby and my baby, Mother."
So the days flew by, and the summer wore on. Soon the school bell began to ring out again. It told the children that another term was beginning.
Ian was loth to leave his happy pastimes in field and on hill. However, he, like all Scotch children, was anxious to learn. So one morning, he strapped his book bag on his back and started off to school.
That was a lonely day for the lamb Betty. She was lonely because her young guardian had hardly ever left her side. The lamb was clearly worried and bleated unmercifully until Ian returned from school.
[Ill.u.s.tration: IAN HOME FROM SCHOOL]
When, the next day, the same thing happened, Ian"s pet could stand it no longer and started out to find him.
Every child in the world knows the song about "Mary"s little lamb."
That day, as Betty marched herself up the steps of Ian"s schoolhouse, a chorus of childish voices sang out:
"Ian had a wee, wee lamb; It followed him to school!"
There was much merriment as Ian hurriedly packed Betty off to her home.
Like the teacher in the song, this teacher had difficulty in restoring order.
It was also a flushed and embarra.s.sed Ian who returned to his cla.s.sroom. That evening he lectured Betty upon behavior for lambs!
However, Betty was either disobedient or else too young to understand Ian"s lecture. The next day she tried to repeat her performance. She started off on a gallop to find her young master. I say, "tried," for alas, this time poor Betty could not find Ian"s school!
For many hours she wandered about. She went farther and farther, not only from school but from home. Evening fell, and Betty was bleating alone in a dense forest--lost!
At last Ian returned from school. For several moments, he could not understand why Betty did not come to meet him. He stood and gazed about. Then a terrible thought came to him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: LOST!]
Rushing to his father on the hillside, he asked excitedly for his pet.
Alan Craig shook his head sadly.
"I"ve sent Roy again, laddie, but he"s returned once alone. I fear the beastie is lost."
Lost! Ian"s world fell about him. The sound of distant bagpipes seemed to resound dully in his ears. The words of Sandy came to him through the dim: "In the spring, if this beastie is fine, and you have done your duty--"
His duty! And poor Betty! Where could she be? A little lonely creature, more baby than animal, tended so carefully, and unused to the thorns and sharp rocks of the hills--alone and lost!
"Father!" was all that Ian could gasp. Just then he saw Roy coming toward them, his tail between his legs. An expression of failure was in his shepherd eyes.
"Roy, lad, can you not find her?" asked Ian.
Ian threw his school books off his back. Kneeling, he put his arms around the neck of Roy. Roy answered in his own way. It was as clear to Ian as though the dog had cried out to him, "No, laddie, she"s lost, lost!"
And if a sheep was lost to Roy, it was indeed a lost sheep! For the clever dog would smell a sheep for many miles. He would, in fact, encounter any danger to bring a straggler back to the fold.
Still, thought Ian, Betty was not really one of the fold. It was possible that Roy"s experience did not fit him to scent out tame pets.
"I"m going to look, Father," shouted the heartbroken boy.
Calling Roy, he started off on a run. The father shook his head and felt a great pity for his little son.
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CHAPTER VII
ALAN CRAIG TELLS A STORY