8 EVOLUTION OF BRITISH CATTLE 



thay eit nocht of the herbis that wer twichit or 

 handillit by men. Thir bullis wer sa wild, that 

 thay wer nevir tane but slight and crafty laubour, 

 and sa impacient that, eftir thair taking, they 

 deit for importable doloure. Alse sone as ony 

 man invadit thir bullis they ruschit with so 

 terrible preis on him, that they dang him to the 

 eird, takand na feir of houndis, scharp lancis, nor 

 uthir maist penitrive wapinnis. . . . And thoucht 

 thir bullis wer bred in sindry boundis of the 

 Calidon Wod, now, be contiwal hunting and lust 

 of insolent men, thay are distroyit in all partis of 

 Scotland, and nane of thaim left but allanerlie in 

 Cumarnald." 



Nor can it be denied that the impression 

 made by Boece was deepened by Sir Walter 

 Scott — 



" Through the huge oaks of Evandale,^ 



Whose limbs a thousand years have worn, 

 What sullen roar comes down the gale. 

 And drowns the hunter's pealing horn ? 



" Mightiest of all the beasts of chase. 

 That roam in woody Caledon, 

 Crashing the forest in his race, 

 The Mountain Bull comes thundering on. 



" Fierce on the hunter's quiver'd band, 

 He rolls his eyes of swarthy glow, 

 Spurns, with black hoof and horn, the sand, 

 And tosses high his mane of snow. 



" Aim'd well, the Chieftain's lance has flown, 

 Struggling in blood the savage lies ; 

 His roar is sunk in hollow groan — 

 Sound, merry huntsmen 1 sound the pryse." 



* Ballad of Cadzow Castle. 



