Why I can't stand the word "driven"

A man named Harry Readford once stole close to 1,000 head of cattle from Bowen Downs station in central Queensland and drove them south, down through the Channel Country and along the Strzelecki Track into South Australia - across a stretch of desert the squatters swore no herd could cross alive.Redford pulled it off. A jury even acquitted him, so taken were they with the sheer cheek of it all that they waved the evidence away. The cattle, for their part, walked across a desert and nobody asked how they felt about it.Rolf Boldrewood turned Readford into Captain Starlight in Robbery Under Arms in 1888, and the colony fell for the thief and forgot the herd entirely.Cattle don't get dramatic novelisations, you see.Cattle are only driven.And that word - driven - eats at me.We apply it to each other all the time; but we don’t think about what it actually means. Well, it means a fellow at the back of the herd, a stockwhip in his hand, driving in a direction the animals never picked. "Drive"…