Thursday, May 10, 2018

And thus the land of Cameliard was waste



And thus the land of Cameliard was waste,
Thick with wet woods, and many a beast therein,
And none or few to scare or chase the beast;
So that wild dog, and wolf and boar and bear
Came night and day, and rooted in the fields,
And wallow’d in the garden of the King.
And ever and anon [occasionally] the wolf would steal
The children and devour, but now and then,
Her own brood lost or dead, lent her fierce teat
To human sucklings; and the children, house
In her foul den, there at their meat would growl,
And mock their foster-mother on four feet,
Till, straighten’d they grew up to wolf-like men,
Worse, than the wolves.

Tennyson, Idylls of the King, 20-34


While surveying the deserted village of Aigition, in Phocis a few summers ago, we encountered this shepherd dog. The students focused on the dog, but I was more interested in the dog collar that its owner had concocted. It consists of a leather belt with construction nails facing outward. The collar is intended for wolves, who have gone rampart in the Greek countryside. 

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