"It is," replied his uncle. "I call him that because he upsets so many
things. He used to be a pet when he was little," he continued, "and
that's what makes him come to the house now, whenever he gets loose.
My wife got in the habit of feeding him salt, which all sheep like
very much. I guess he must remember that. But Aunt Sarah wouldn't dare
salt him now. Go back into the house, boys, and we men folks will look
after the ram."
The sounds were nearer now:
"Baa! Baa! Baa!"
"Oh, he's coming!" cried Flossie, who stood with her nose pressed flat
against a window near the porch.
"Had we better go in?" asked Bert of Harry.
"We really had," answered his cousin.
Uncle Daniel, Mr. Bobbsey and the hired man found some heavy sticks
with which to scare the ram if he came too close. The big sheep was
not yet in sight, though he could be heard bleating.
"Up this way," directed Uncle Daniel. "We can head him off and drive
him into the barnyard, perhaps. Then I can shut him up until I have
the fence mended that he knocked down."
"Why not get some salt for him?" suggested Mr. Bobbsey.
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