One dark night James Hogg was on the hilltop with a flock of seven hundred lambs. Sirrah was with him. Suddenly a storm came up. There was thunder and lightning; the wind blew hard; the rain poured. The poor lambs were frightened. The shepherd and his dog could not keep them together. Some of them ran towards the east, some towards the west, and some towards the south. The shepherd soon lost sight of them in the darkness. With his lighted lantern in his hand, he went up and down the rough hills calling for his lambs. Two or three other shepherds joined him in the search. All night long they sought for the lambs. Morning came and still they sought. They looked, as they thought, in every place where the lambs might have taken shelter. At last James Hogg said, "It's of no use; all we can do is to go home and tell the master that we have lost his whole flock." They had walked a mile or two towards home, when they came to the edge of a narrow and deep ravine. They looked down, and at the bottom they saw some lambs huddled together among the rocks. And there was Sirrah standing guard over them and looking all around for help "These must be the lambs that rushed off towards the south," said James Hogg. [Illustration] The men hurried down and soon saw that the flock was a large one. "I really believe they are all here," said one. They counted them and were surprised to find that not one lamb of the great flock of seven hundred was missing. How had Sirrah managed to get the three scattered divisions together? How had he managed to drive all the frightened little animals into this place of safety? Nobody could answer these questions. But there was no shepherd in Scotland that could have done better than Sirrah did that night. Long afterward James Hogg said, "I never felt so grateful to any creature below the sun as I did to Sirrah that morning." II When James Hogg was a boy, his parents were too poor to send him to school. By some means, however, he learned to read; and after that he loved nothing so much as a good book. There were no libraries near him, and it was hard for him to get books. But he was anxious to learn. Whenever he could buy or borrow a volume of prose or verse he carried it with him until he had read it through. While watching his flocks, he spent much of his time in reading. He loved poetry and soon began to write poems of his own. These poems were read and admired by many people. The name of James Hogg became known all over Scotland. He was often called the Ettrick Shepherd, because he was the keeper of sheep near the Ettrick Water. Many of his poems are still read and loved by children as well as by grown up men and women. Here is one:-- A BOY'S SONG Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.