Back Wild Dog
Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Part I
  3. July 1914
  4. Spring 2017
  5. August 1914
  6. Spring 2017
  7. August 1914
  8. August 2017
  9. August 1914
  10. August 2017
  11. August 1914
  12. August 2017
  13. August 1914
  14. August 2017
  15. August 1914
  16. August 2017
  17. September 1914
  18. August 2017
  19. Part II
  20. September 1914
  21. August 2017
  22. September 1914
  23. August 2017
  24. September 1914
  25. August 2017
  26. September 1914
  27. August 2017
  28. October 1914
  29. August 2017
  30. October 1914
  31. August 2017
  32. October 1914
  33. August 2017
  34. October 1914
  35. August 2017
  36. October 1914
  37. August 2017
  38. May 1915
  39. August 2017
  40. May 1915
  41. August 2017
  42. May 1915
  43. August 2017
  44. Part III
  45. August 2017
  46. May 1915
  47. August 2017
  48. May 1915
  49. August 2017
  50. June 1915
  51. August 2017
  52. July 1915
  53. August 2017
  54. July 1915
  55. August 2017
  56. July 1915
  57. August 2017
  58. July 1915
  59. August 2017
  60. July 1915
  61. August 2017
  62. July 1915
  63. August 2017
  64. Epilogue

That morning the village awoke earlier than usual. No one wanted to miss the big parade, which was always treated with the utmost solemnity. It was a ceremony not to honour the sun, or any god, but to celebrate the departure of two hundred sheep, ten cows, two donkeys and three dogs. More than ever this year, the animals were the centre of attention. As well as keeping an eye on the weather since the previous evening, the women had been up at dawn inspecting the animals’ feet to check for wounds and scratches. They had to make sure that all the ewes would be fit enough to survive the hours of walking, especially as it would be hot. At about seven o’clock all the sheep had been taken out of the barns and assembled in front of the church and town hall. Fernand had given his speech about the merit of the journey and other things; the priest who had come specially for the occasion blessed everyone, the sheep as well as those accompanying them, the dogs as well as the shepherd. He assured them of his protection against storms and wolves, promising that the pasture would be abundant that year and peaceful thanks jointly to St John the Baptist and to the dogs. Of course the men weren’t there, but the sunshine and good humour of the occasion cheered everyone and the women began to sing.

That year ten cows had been added to the flock of sheep. It would not be easy for the shepherd, but there was too little hay in the barns, and it had not rained since winter, so they had decided to send the cows which gave no milk up to the summer pasture. Up there, the grass was plentiful; the ewes and cows would be able to eat their fill during the day, so that at night they would sleep instead of continuing to graze. And well-fed ewes that sleep well are always easier to watch over. People were pleased to think that the cows would be up on the other side of the hill, well sheltered. And this year they were going to take the animals higher than usual, towards the meadows where there were no roads and no gendarmes, so at least they could be sure that no one would go and inspect them, no one would ask for them to be counted, and they would not be requisitioned.