It wandered from her care one day,
(Oh, stupid little fool!)
It made her cry her heart away
While searching brake and pool.

And Jeannette tore her dress to rags,
And scratched her hands and face;
But of her dirty little lamb
She couldn’t find a trace.

The lamb fell in the river deep,
But Jeannette never knew. 
Though Satan finds some mischief still,
For little lambs to do.

However, she listened very submissively till we had finished, and then wandered off again still searching for her lamb, while we retraced our steps.

There is a drive round the Argeles valley, which on a fine day is simply splendid, and ought certainly not to be missed.  At ten a.m. a landau with two good horses was at the door, and away we went towards Argeles station, across the line, over a new piece of road, and then across a rather shaky, but wholly quaint, wooden bridge (under which flows the Gave de Pau) to the base of the hills.  As we continued along this road in the direction of Pierrefitte, the views of the mountains on the Argeles side were especially fine.  The Pic d’Arrens (7435 ft.) and the Col de Tortes (5903 ft.), with the wild Pic de Gabizos (8808 ft.) with its toothed summits, behind it—­in the direction of Eaux Bonnes:  over Pierrefitte the Pic de Soulom (5798 ft.), the Pic de Viscos (7025 ft.), and far up the Cauterets valley the Cabaliros (7655 ft.), the Pic de Labassa (9781 ft.), and the Pyramide de Peyrelance (8800 ft. about).  An especially interesting part arrives, as the road approaches the wonderful old ruin of the Chateau de Beaucens (with “oubliettes” towers, a “donjon” of the 14th century, and west walls of the 16th ditto), which stands on the left, not far from the village of the same name.  Crossing the river again, we just managed to pass over some newly-laid road, to the village of Villelongue—­above which, on the left, towers the imposing Pic de Villelongue—­and soon after found ourselves beside the river again at the foot of the Pic de Soulom, where it is very lovely, and crossing another bridge, reached Soulom itself.  It seemed to us an old and somewhat dirty town—­not to say filthy—­but the church is worthy of a visit.  It was formerly fortified, and the construction of the belfry—­if such it can be called—­is curious.  The inscription over the door, “This is the house of God and the gate of heaven,” written in Latin, seems somewhat grotesque for such a building, although the dome is painted to represent the sky in all the “intensity” of a starlight night.  A few yards along the road and we stood on the bridge over the “Gave de Cauterets,” at the other side of which is Pierrefitte —­and from which point the scenery is especially grand.  Passing the Hotel de la Poste (recommended) on the left, and the way to the station on the right, we bore up the hill in the former direction, towards St. Savin.