182 THE GOLDEN LAND 



'' In that golden land," he thought, " I 

 shall surely find her. To-night I will go there." 



The day proved as glorious as the night 

 had been serene, but for the hare it was all 

 too long. He could hardly sit in his form, so 

 eager was he to be afoot, and the moment the 

 stars peeped he quitted the seat. 



What miles on miles he traversed : he visited 

 the hills, he penetrated to the cliffs of Mor- 

 vah, he turned inland again and roamed wide 

 stretches of moor and down, he skirted Chun^ 

 cromlech, and passed within sight of the 

 Men Scryfa as he headed for the Galver, with 

 its upthrust peak conspicuous against the stars. 

 From the Galver he went to Hannibal's Carn, 

 and presently stood on its highest rock 

 gazing at the plain beneath. His ears were 

 pricked as they had been a score times since 

 sundown to catch the whispers of the waste 

 and perhaps hear the bleat of a doe. He 

 listened as he had never listened before ; but 

 there came no call, no sound indeed save the 

 murmur of the dawn wind about the crags ; 

 so at last the love-sick fellow forsook his station 

 and returned to the Galver, where after weaving 

 a maze of trails he sought a form high up 

 the slope. 



^ Pron. Choon. 



