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In the Alps, it’s still present in the shifting styles of church towers, village fountains, sheepcotes, hay barns.

In ale about the carriage of peas to the sheepcote iv d ob.

No hungry wild beast rangeth in our forest, No tiger or wolf prowleth around the fold: Keep thou from our sheepcotes the tainting Invisible peril of the darkness.

And he came to the sheepcotes by the way, where was a cave; and Saul went in.

The last are first, the first are last, As angel eyes behold; These from the sheepcote sternly cast, Those welcomed to the fold.