From Fox's Earth 



have awakened only admiration for their strength 

 and picturesqueness, and a sense how well they 

 became the rude path, and the rough moorland, 

 stretching away to the misty hill tops. Now 

 Rosa Bonheur would never have thought of 

 painting the visitor as a fine animal which 

 probably he was not nor as anything else. 

 Scant appeal would he have made to her artistic 

 sense. In indifference or contempt she would 

 have turned away to stroke the dun or wan 

 shoulders. 



All is in the soul, or want of soul, that looks. 

 In the new-comer, these children of the wilds 

 excited only fear and trembling, and a sense of 

 danger to life and limb. The long horns and 

 rough coat, which brought the glow to the 

 wandering artist's face, were the panoply of a 

 ferocious nature ; the eyes glistening through 

 their shaggy fringes with a wild and alluring 

 light meant mischief, of which he was, perhaps, 

 the immediate object. Barren of the artistic love 

 which casteth out fear, he was craven before these 

 fearless mountaineers. On a fenceless moor, 

 they had all the advantage. 



What means he took to secure his safety is not 

 on record ; but, on his return home, he wrote to 

 a magazine, protesting against allowing wild 

 beasts to wander in the possible track of innocents 

 abroad. Think of the loss to society if one of 

 them were impaled. Possibly they met under 



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