The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-05-20

were bieating, and at the kindly voice Of 'WilF came running towards us. Amongst them was a little black-faced lamb which had lost it's mother; this was the first to attract the attention of the farmer.
 Whose little lamb are you?" said he, stopping down and speaking in the gentlest voice imaginable.
 'Baa-a-a," said the lamb, confidently thrusting his smutty little nose into the mans big brown fist.
 Yes, I know he replied, soothingly, T know who your mother is, and now we'll go and find her" And lifting the baby up in his arms, he stalked through the flock until he came to a big eve, standing uncOncerned at some distance from the rest, and at once be- gan chiding her as a father might his child. - sr- Why, Molly!'' he said. ''I'm very much ashamed of you. Why don't you look after your little lamb?"
 Then to the lamb:
 Here, little fellow, here's your i mammy,' and he set down the young ster. which at once fell on his knees and began to suck, shaking his tail, and putting his mother vigorously with his fuzzy head. ..... .ss. Then we went into the big barn to see the Angora goats, also recently sheared, and kept for the present in wooden pens. In each pen there were one of two old goats, each with little snow white kid. These kids are the most artificial animals I know of; they look almost exactly like the woody lambs on wheels, which are found for sale in the toy shops. ''Will'' took half a-dozen of them out of the pens, and carried them into the yard to be photo-
 graphed. The mothers watched us anxiously, standing on their hind legs
 to look over the top bars of their pens.
 There was a black cat on the floor of the barn, and we set one of the kids down to see what he would do when he saw it. The cat was sitting still, and the kid walked up and looked at her critically. Then he gave a skip, and brought his stiff forefeet down hard on the boards, close to the cat. Fuss was
 surprised and moved back a few steps, and the kid as though he was quite satisfied now that this was the proper lWay to get rid of her gave two or three
 more skips towards her in rapid suc-
 cession, each time bringing his hard
 hoofs vigorously to the boards. The
 cat now fled across the floor, and the
 kid, apparently delighted with his suc-
 cess, skipped after her as far as he could go, and after watching her de- part through distant window, came
 skipping back to us. After photo- i graphing these little fellows we took i them back into the barn. "Will' lifted
 one of them into a pen with an old goat, and watched the pair carefully for a moment. The old goat sniffed at the young one, and the latter began to nurse. fH
 1 How did you know which kid to put with that goat?sj'I asked
 i T didn't he answered, until I saw
 that she recognized it as her own. i Put that same kid in with one of lthe other old goats" I said, and see
 what happens.
 He did as I asked him. The goat,
 after smelling the kid, deliberately
 butted it out of her way. It was the
 same with the rest; each goat was
 looking for particular kid, knew that
 one from all others, apparently by
 smell, and would allow no other to re- main with her. The most high strung Iof the many young creatures we saw
 that day, was a sorrel colt, which, with it's mother, a handsome black mare, we
 found in a field a short distance from the house. wanted to get a photo- graph of this pair, but for a long time was quite unable to get them near
 enough. At my approach, the mare would raise both head and tail, and,
 snorting, would gallop around the edge
 of the field, and the nervous colt would follow galloping bravely to keep up
 with his dam. When they did stop
 long enough for me to approach, the Icautions colt usually had his mothers protecting body between him and me, and wanted him in full view. At last f"WilP came to my assistance, and quieted by his well-known voice, the lmare stood still and the baby came around, and after suspicious look at ime began to take his medicine. Then, lwhen I had photographed them, WHIP Jeanne forward and put one arm around the mares neck, and the nervous colt lcame up and confidingly thrust his head under the other arm. "