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FOX-HOUND, FOREST, AND PRAIRIE. 



Now we move on to draw, not a snug square of blackthorn or 

 privet, but the bare hill sides, where haply we may light upon 

 Master Jack returning from his midnight prowl. This is how 

 we find our jackals — at least, this is how we get our runs ; for, 

 if we can hit upon him thus, we start close upon our game, and 

 he will make his way straight as an arrow, and well nigh as 

 swift, to his point among those wooded rocks in the distance. 

 You may draw these sholahs, as the thickly-timbered glens that 

 run up the mountain sides are termed ; but they are too dense 

 to give hounds a chance, and once in them you are likely to 

 remain there till time to go home again. 



On our way we may just try this gorse-fringed valley that we 

 pass, but chiefly for the sake of seeing the familiar yellow flower 

 shake as the pack thread the bushes. We are not disappointed 

 at failing to find here, but keep our eyes vigilantly open as we 

 rise the opposite hill, on which the damp and mossy turf is 







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glittering like silver in the rising sun. A find on this open 

 ground is almost necessarily a view, for Jack ever moves leisurely 

 homewards, and, though he leaves a screaming scent behind him, 

 every vestige of it will die away in a few brief minutes. " There 



