224 RED DEER. 



Virgil, should have acquired the fame of a 

 magician. Sometimes in the hottest noon- 

 tide of summer, when the sky is clear, the 

 wood still, and the vapour of heat lying 

 about the hillsides, there comes from un- 

 known distances a roll and vibration like 

 heavy thunder, fined to a tremble of the air. 

 It is an inexplicable sound. There are no 

 visible thunder-clouds, no forts within aud- 

 ible distance. Perhaps it is the implacable 

 Drake discharging his enchanted cannon 

 in the azure air against the enemies of 

 England. 



