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There was the rush of countless hoof-beats and a low cloud of dust

obscured the crest of the hill just above the came out of it The quick excited bark of a

fresh Natolian sheep-dog wakened an echo in one of the ravines through

a hill on the opposite side of the road, while strong and insistent

and happy the young cry preceded this sudden aniravel on the slope over their heads and the next

instant a fourteen-year-old boy descended upon the pair in a fall of

earth, his sandaled feet planted one ahead of the other, his bare ar, stiff,

crinkled black locks blowing backward, his face bright with the eager

enjoyment of his simple feat

After hi to

right and left as they parted behind Mo shepherd who stopped at seeing the pair His yell

died away at once, though the effort of sliding down a frozen, rocky

slope had not interfered with a single note

He roves of

Achaia, with his big, seriousdeer-like eyes, wide apart, his faun curls low on his

forehead, his big head set on a short neck, his shoulders yet

childish, his slim brown body half se hard hand gripping a crook of horn and wood His

gaze at Moht eyes plainly