This Morning there appeared to me some Sheep, that were hunted out of their Fold, by a fierce Beast that sought for Prey, but they got into a strait Lane for hiding: but it was grown over with such bushy Thorns, that oftentimes the Sheep were stopped from passing through. The Thorns taking hold of their Wool, which they suffered the loss of, for fear of the Pursuer. And at the end of the Lane, there stood one with a Shepherd's Crook, and caught one by the Horns, and guided that Sheep along, and the rest, which were but few in Number followed into a strong Walled Pasture, where many more Sheep were, feeding as without danger and fear. Many Tents I saw there also. This Vision doth shew it's meaning.
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