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with a shudder. The hounds had found in 

 Hawkcombe ; and, in spite of a hurricane of 

 wind that was blowing at the time, had brought 

 their stag at a trimming pace over the moor down 

 to that old point where so many have "soiled" 

 or sought refuge in the surrounding combes. 



Mrs. Cholmondeley, with Lord Cork near 

 her, was well in front, when Russell, at a short 

 distance behind them, beheld the lady riding 

 directly for the stream, and, to his dismay, 

 attempting to cross it at a dangerous and im- 

 practicable spot. A high and almost perpen- 

 dicular boulder stood erect on the opposite 

 bank, bidding defiance to any steed short of 

 Pegasus, and presenting a barrier only to be 

 mounted by a scaling-ladder. Russell shouted 

 till he was hoarse, but in vain — his warning was 

 drowned in the storm ; for, Mrs. Cholmondeley 

 putting her horse resolutely at it, the gallant 

 animal did his utmost ; but, failing to reach the 

 summit of the rock, fell heavily back into the 

 boiling Lynn, and so saved his own bones ; 

 while the lady was hurled to the ground with 

 an appalling thud. 



Russell's blood curdled at the sight, but he 

 leapt from his saddle and stood by her side 

 in another instant. Anxiously awaiting the re- 

 covery of her breath, and being fully persuaded 

 that some fracture of the limbs must have taken 

 place, Russell said, "Move your right arm; now 



