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THE SHEPHERD OF THE HILLS
From down the mill road came voices and the sound of horses' feet. Old Matt started, turning his head a moment to listen. The horses stopped at the lower gate.
"The children," said Aunt Mollie softly. "The children. Grant, Oh, Grant! Sammy and our boy."
Then the shepherd felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and a voice, that had in it something new and strange, said, "Dad,—my brother,—Daniel, I—I ain't got no education, an' I—don't know rightly how to say it—but, Daniel, what these hills have been to you, you—you have been to me. It's sure God's way, Daniel. Let's—let's go to the boy."
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