264 " TALLY-HO ! TALLY-HO ! " 



rapidity of lightning, pursued by Jack, Mr. Howard, 

 mid Monai, who soon outstripped me ; gliding over the 

 snow in their snow-shoes as rapidly as a Dutch skater 

 along the frozen waters of the Zuyder Zee. 



Soon I lost sight of them, though I did my best to 

 follow up their traces. At length I reached a spot where 

 the appearance of the ground showed that a combat 

 had taken place, for the snow was covered with large 

 gouts of blood. In the distance, and still in front of 

 me, I could hear the voices of Mr. Howard and Monai 

 echoing in the forest. I still pursued the path hollowed 

 out in the snow by my hunting companions, and, after 

 a few minutes, arrived on a gentle slope leading to- 

 wards a valley in whose centre extended a lake as 

 round as the great basin of the Tuileries. My eyes had 

 never rested on a more admirable spectacle. The wind 

 had swept away the snow which covered the frozen lake, 

 and the rays of the sun glittered on the icy surface 

 like a Venetian glass with manifold facets. Mr. Howard 

 and Monai, whom I found on the border of the wood, 

 showed me the wounded stag pursued in the distance 

 by Jack, and wheeling around the lake with arrow-like 

 rapidity. 



4 i Is not this a glorious sight 1 " cried Mr. Howard, as 

 the stag passed within forty paces of us; "and don't you 

 feel tempted to lodge a ball in the animal's sides? Come, 

 come," he added, resuming his course, "we must make 

 for the end of the lake, and anticipate our game. See, 

 my friend ! he is down ; Jack leaps at his throat ! No, 

 he is up again! Brave dog ! Tally-ho ! tally-ho ! Sus, 

 sus ! Ah, see, the cariboo is off once more, carrying Jack 

 along with him, whose fangs have sunk pretty deeply into 



