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species. They will recognise, after a long absence, 

 and fondly caress, their own calves, after they have 

 become mothers of another race; and even caress 

 the yomig of those, from fondness for the parent 

 who has been so long estranged from them. Many 

 instances of the sagacity of these creatures are 

 well authenticated by those who reside in the 

 country, which, by the inhabitants of other parts, 

 would be deemed incredible. One, however, I 

 shall mention, as having fallen under the inspec- 

 tion of a particular friend,* on whose veracity I can 

 rely. 



The whole country near Laggan, where my friend 

 lived, was uninclosed. When he took possession of 

 his farm, there was hardly a march dyke, as division 

 fences are called there. A mere slight, ideal boun- 

 dary, or, at most, marked by a range of stones, 

 separated his fields from those of his neighbours. 

 This gentleman had a lead-coloured bull, who was a 

 beautiful creature of his kind, and grazed with the 

 cows in the open meadows. It was the constant 

 occupation of a boy, kept for the purpose, to watch 

 the milch-cows and their guardian, lest they should 

 trespass on his neighbour's fields, and destroy his 

 corn. This boy was fat and drowsy, and was 



* Mrs. Grant, when resident at Laggan. 



