Round and round him now the riders 

 swooped, waiting their chance. More 

 than once his neck was caught, but he 

 slipped the noose as though it were 

 all play. Again he was caught by a 

 foot and wrenched, almost thrown, by 

 the weight of two strong steeds, and 

 now he foamed in rage. Memories of 

 olden days, or more likely the habit of 

 olden days, came on him days when 

 he learned to strike the yelping pack 

 that dodged his blows. He was far 

 from the burnt thicket, but a single 

 bush was near, and setting his broad 

 back to that, he waited for the circling 

 foe. Nearer and nearer they urged 

 the frightened steeds, and Monarch 

 watched -waited, as of old, for the 

 dogs, till they were almost touching 

 each other, then he sprang like an 

 avalanche of rock. What can elude a 

 Grizzly's dash? The earth shivered 



