I am always asking them, Well then, where do you think our ancestors kept their cattle?
Half the camps in England are merely the ancient pound or barton as we call it in my part of the world.

The argument that no one would keep his cattle in such exposed and inaccessible spots has no weight at all, if you reflect that in those days a man's cattle were his capital, his stock-in-trade, his daughter's dowries.

Without cattle he was a serf, another man's man.

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