us only because he knows not 

 what to do nor where to go, 

 but who nevertheless, under the 

 cudgel and the pack-saddle, retains 

 the idea that lurks behind his 

 ears ; the cow and the ox, happy 

 so long as they are eating, and 

 docile because, for centuries, they 

 have not had a thought of their 

 own; the affrighted sheep, who 

 knows no other master than ter- 

 ror; the hen, who is faithful to 

 the poultry-yard because she finds 

 more maize and wheat there than 

 in the neighbouring forest. I do 



