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Of these animals, the descendants of the savage herds which anciently
roamed free in the Caledonian forests, it was formerly a point of state
to preserve a few in the parks of the Scottish nobility. Specimens
continued within the memory of man to be kept at least at three houses
of distinction—Hamilton, namely, Drumlanrig, and Cumbernauld. They had
degenerated from the ancient race in size and strength, if we are to
judge from the accounts of old chronicles, and from the formidable
remains frequently discovered in bogs and morasses when drained and
laid open. The bull had lost the shaggy honours of his mane, and the
race was small and light made, in colour a dingy white, or rather a
pale yellow, with black horns and hoofs. They retained, however, in
some measure, the ferocity of their ancestry, could not be domesticated
on account of their antipathy to the human race, and were often
dangerous if approached unguardedly, or wantonly disturbed. It was this
last reason which has occasioned their being extirpated at the places
we have mentioned, where probably they would otherwise have been
retained as appropriate inhabitants of a Scottish woodland, and fit
tenants for a baronial forest. A few, if I mistake not, are still
preserved at Chillingham Castle, in Northumberland, the seat of the
Earl of Tankerville.
It was to her finding herself in the vicinity of a group of three or
four of these animals, that Lucy thought proper to impute those signs
of fear which had arisen in her countenance for a different reason. For
she had been familiarised with the appearance of the wild cattle during
her walks in the chase; and it was not then, as it may be now, a
necessary part of a young lady’s demeanour to indulge in causeless
tremors of the nerves. On the present occasion, however, she speedily
found cause for real terror.
Lucy had scarcely replied to her father in the words we have mentioned,
and he was just about to rebuke her supposed timidity, when a bull,
stimulated either by the scarlet colour of Miss Ashton’s mantle, or by
one of those fits of capricious ferocity to which their dispositions
are liable, detached himself suddenly from the group which was feeding
at the upper extremity of a grassy glade, that seemed to lose itself
among the crossing and entangled boughs. The animal approached the
intruders on his pasture ground, at first slowly, pawing the ground
with his hoof, bellowing from time to time, and tearing up the sand
with his horns, as if to lash himself up to rage and violence.
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