XXXIII

'And what is strange, the author of this theft

Has stolen the fatted heifers every one,

But the four dogs and the black bull are left:—

Stolen they were last night at set of sun,

Of their soft beds and their sweet food bereft.—

Now tell me, man born ere the world begun,

Have you seen any one pass with the cows?'—

To whom the man of overhanging brows: