1 The shepherd was willing, and got in, and the peasant shut the top down on him; then he took the shepherd's flock for himself, and drove it away.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE LITTLE PEASANT 2 After that the peasants went home, and as they were entering the village, the small peasant also came quietly in, driving a flock of sheep and looking quite contented.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE LITTLE PEASANT 3 Off went the flock chattering away; but one fell down dead, and the cloak with it.
4 The same evening, when the flock was safe at the farm, the little Luigi hastened to the smith at Palestrina, took a large nail, heated and sharpened it, and formed a sort of stylus.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 33. Roman Bandits. 5 One day the young shepherd told the count's steward that he had seen a wolf come out of the Sabine mountains, and prowl around his flock.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 33. Roman Bandits. 6 He found a young shepherd watching his flock.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 33. Roman Bandits. 7 He was leaning on the shoulder of his favorite Selim, and he drove us all before him, as a shepherd would his straggling flock.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 77. Haidee. 8 "Here's a lovely flock of lambs all lying down," says Amy.
9 The air was dark with Davises, and many Joneses gamboled like a flock of young giraffes.
10 She enjoyed it heartily and found the applause of her boys more satisfying than any praise of the world, for now she told no stories except to her flock of enthusiastic believers and admirers.
11 Each one of these sends the suitors the best goat in the flock every day.
12 Here Melanthius son of Dolius overtook them as he was driving down some goats, the best in his flock, for the suitors' dinner, and there were two shepherds with him.
13 They dispersed about the room, reminding me, by the lightness and buoyancy of their movements, of a flock of white plumy birds.
14 It was as if a band of Italian days had come from the South, like a flock of glorious passenger birds, and lighted to rest them on the cliffs of Albion.
15 But, somehow, the cotton always failed, and the garden, due to Mrs. Slattery's constant childbearing, seldom furnished enough to feed her flock.