70 WOLF-HUNTING. 



minute after our arrival ere St. Prix, having lashed Barbe-Bleu 

 at a safe distance, joined the fray ; and no Irishman at Donny- 

 brook ever dashed into a row with more alacrity. In he went 

 into the thick of it, his right hand aloft and his couteau flashing 

 in the sun. One stroke, quick as lightning it need be, struck 

 the wolf to the heart, and he fell a lifeless carcase among the 

 exulting hounds. 



After many a fanfare on his and Keryfan's horns, the peasants 

 crowded in from every point ; and Hercules returning from the 

 capture of the wild boar of Erymanthus, could never have 

 received a heartier ovation from the inhabitants of that country 

 than St. Prix from the wild Breton peasants of this district. He 

 was their deliverer from the scourge that devastated their little 

 flocks, and brought their grim poverty to its last pinch ! and to 

 him they were according their hero worship with a truly grateful 

 heart. Had he performed this feat of public utility in the days of 

 magnificent old Rome, a temple " with costly sculpture decked " 

 would have been reared to his honour, and he promoted to the 

 skies. 



