"If he gets
some to eat it may make him gentle, and then you could slip a rope
around him and tie him up."
"That's a good idea!" cried the farmer. "Sam, please go to the house
and get some salt," he directed.
Before the hired man returned, the ram had run into the driveway
leading to the barn. Just as Uncle Daniel had said, the ram was headed
for the house, which he must have remembered as a pleasant place ever
since the days when he was a baby lamb. But now the ram was big and
strong, and not very good-natured.
He stood for a moment, looking at Uncle Daniel, Mr. Bobbsey and the
hired man. Then, pawing the ground with his fore feet, and lowering
and shaking his head with its big horns, the ram started forward
again.
"Oh, he's going to butt papa!" cried Flossie, who could see, from the
window, what was going on.
"Papa will get out of the way, dear," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Don't
worry."
On came the ram, and then Uncle Daniel, taking the salt from the hired
man, scattered some of it on the ground in front of the big sheep.
"That will stop him, I think," said the farmer. And indeed it did.
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