This House of Sky: Grassy Mountain
Three of us, and the sheep scattered down meadow slopes like a slow, slow avalanche of fleeces. Before I was born, my mother and father had lived other herding summers, shadowing after the sheep through the long pure days until the lambs were fattened for shipping. The first summer there on Grassy, we moved camp fifty-eight times in the first sixty days…. Your mother…
The pair of words would break him then, and fool that I could be, I would look aside from his struggling face. (4-5)
Doig, Ivan. This House of Sky: Landscapes of a Western Mind. New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1978.