14 WOLF-HUNTING. 



wolf-hunters in the Forest of Conveau, a wild and desolate 

 spot, far removed from human habitation, and at the far end 

 of the chain of covers in which we had killed our wolf. The 

 country, so far as the eye could reach, was one vast forest of 

 rock, scrub, and heather ; the last waist-deep, and affording a 

 rare cover for the wolves, foxes, and deer that frequent it. 



A narrow path, hollowed out by the sabots of the charcoal- 

 burners, soon brought us to the appointed spot ; and here a 

 handsome granite pillar, surmounted by a cross and tastefully 

 enclosed by a belt of planted oak and Austrian pine, the only 

 indication of man's hand for miles around, decorated the lonely 

 scene. The monument had been erected to the memory of a 

 famous chasseur, and bore' on one of its four sides the following 

 inscription : 



"A la Memoire du Comte du Botderu, Pair de France, 

 le Nimrod de nos Forets." 



On the opposite side was inscribed, "Rendezvous de Chasse," 

 while the two other corresponding tablets of the square monu- 

 ment bore the shields and arms of the Botderu family. 



St. Prix, who knows the habits of a wolf as well as the Duke 

 of Beaufort and Henry Deacon know those of a fox and without 

 this knowledge the hope of pursuing the wild animal with success 

 is ever a vain one had rightly conjectured that, if there were 

 more wolves than one in company with the old beast, they would 

 at once be scared from the quarter in which they were roused 

 and would travel in an opposite direction, to the extreme end of 

 the chain of covers. So, lifting his hounds quietly to the highest 

 point of the ridge, he clapped them into cover, and with a wave 

 of the hand and a stirring cheer every hound dashed from his 

 horse's heels into the heart of the woodland range. 



When old Will Butler, formerly the famous huntsman of the 

 Badsworth pack, wanted blood for his puppies in the cub-hunting 



