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by was the tip of a horse's nose, a bit of red coat, or 

 here and there the crown of a hat. In other places 

 we came upon open glades, with trees growing 

 round them, and withered bracken on the ground, 

 reminding one of December days in England. And 

 again, in other parts, the soil was boggy, with 

 stumps of trees and partially-hidden roots sticking 

 out of it, in a way that was anything but pleasant 

 for fast riding. 



Alice M. Frere. 



The Wild Boar ^:> ^^^ <::> 



SO through the city all the rout rode fast, 

 With many a great black-muzzled yellow 

 hound ; 

 And then the teeming country-side they passed, 

 Until they came to sour and rugged ground, 

 And there rode up a little healthy mound. 

 That overlooked the scrubby woods and low. 

 That of the beast's lair somewhat they might know. 



And there a goodman of the country-side 

 Showed them the places where he mostly lay ; 

 And they descending, through the wood did ride, 

 And followed on his tracks for half the day. 

 And at last they brought him well to bay. 

 Within an oozy space amidst the wood. 

 About the which a ring of alders stood. 



So when the hounds' changed voices clear they heard. 

 With hearts aflame towards him straight they drew. 

 Atys, the first of all, of nought afeard, 

 Except that folk should say some other slew 

 The beast ; and lustily his horn he blew, 

 Going afoot ; then, mighty spear in hand, 

 Adrastus headed all the following band. 



