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ordinary or beautiful spectacle. The Avincl had 

 swept the snow from the ice, and the rays of the 

 sun sliining brightly, were reflected as from tlie 

 surface of a mirror. Mr, Howard and IMonai, whom 

 I found at the edge of the forest, pointed out to 

 me the wounded deer, pursued at a distance by 

 Jack, and flying around the lake with the rapidity 

 of an arrow. 



" Isn't it a sj^lendid sight ? " asked Mr. Howard, as 

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

 you feel tempted to put a ball into him ? Come 

 on," he cried, " we must get to tlie foot of the lake 

 and meet our friend. See, see, he's giving way, and 

 Jack is on him. Up he gets again. Good dog ! 

 On to him ! Ha ! he's got up again with Jack on 

 him. AVhy, it's like a mouse hanging on to a cat. 

 Bravo, Jack ! Bravo ! " 



At these words, Mr. Howard rushed on to the 

 tired stag, wdio was now fighting with the strength 

 of despair, and drawing from its sheath a large 

 hunting-knife, plunged it to the hilt into the bosom 

 of the poor beast. 



AMien I reached the spot where this new style of 

 hunt had terminated, I was quite out of breath. 

 Mr. Howard was caressing Jack, who seemed, how- 

 ever, to pay less attention to his master's appro- 

 bation than to the blood of the stag, which flowed 

 in streams from the wound in his neck. " Good 

 dog ! " cried Mr. Howard, " the best hound in 



