146 THOUGHTS ON HUNTING 



they all give their tongues ! Little Dreadnought, 

 how he works him ! The terriers, too, they now are 

 squeaking at him. How close Vengeance pursues ! 

 how terribly she presses ! It is just up with him ! 

 Gods ! what a crash they make ! the whole wood 

 resounds ! That turn was very short ! There ! now 

 — aye, now they have him ! Who-hoop ! 



