The flock arrived at the village, and were driven
by the dog into the sheep-pen, from which was heard the tremulous
bleating of the lambs, who were rejoicing over their dams' arrival.
Father Buschman waited impatiently until the last sheep had entered,
and then hastened toward the large farm house to the left of the
pen.
Anna Sophia was just leaving the house, paper in hand, and advanced,
with a cheerful smile, to meet him.
"Father," said she, "I have the paper, and we are the first to read
it. The good burgher and his wife are in the country, and the
overseer allowed me to take it. But, hear, father, he says he
glanced over it hastily, and saw something about a Prussian
victory."
The old shepherd's face sparkled with joy, and he sought to draw
Anna away with him. "Come, come, my child," said he, "to my house,
where it is still and quiet, there we will read of our king's
victories."
But Anna shook her beautiful head.
"No, father," said she, "it would not be right to read the paper
alone today. The king's victories belong to his people, to each one
of his subjects, and every heart will beat more proudly when it
hears of them, and thank God that He has blessed the weapons of
their king.
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