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FOX-HOUND, FOREST, AND PRAIRIE. 



my alertness or of my experience, or else himself carried away 

 by excitement, poked me sharply in the ribs while assailing my 

 ear with a fierce stage whisper. Round came the roebuck, and 

 I with equal celerity — his movement prompted by alarm, mine 

 by anger. For a moment I knew not whether to laugh or to 

 swear. The roebuck might 50 where he liked. I would take 

 no snap shot when thus robbed of a certainty. So away he- 

 went, barking loudly his defiance and fear — while having re- 

 lieved myself of a single very deep one, I laughed heartily in 

 the chagrined face of my over-zealous mentor. 



II. 



Ten minutes' rest, and a solacing pipe, after the catastrophe- 

 mentioned in the previous article. Then, working onwards by- 

 many a leafy retreat, the call sounding ever in vain, we- 

 suddenly issued on to the bank of the Rhine — the blue waters 

 flowing briskly at our feet, as we stood on its stone bound 



