HART hotly pursued by 

 the hounds fled for refuge 

 into an ox-stall, and buried 

 itself in a truss of hay, leaving 

 nothing to be seen but the tips 

 of his horns. Soon after the 

 Hunters came up and asked 

 if any one had seen the Hart. 

 The stable boys, who had been 

 resting after their dinner, looked 



