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It was conjectured and doubtless with reason, that reyn- 

 ard had taken to and run down a rivulet near, on the 

 back track, thence leaped on and run a sinailar course, 

 on an adjacent fence bordering the wood, whence he had 

 sprang to the spot discovered by the vigilant eagle eyed 

 whipper-in, and made for a tangled cedar swamp hard by. 

 His humid foot-steps still marked the rider rails. An ac- 

 tive scene ensued. The cry was up. Every huntsmen re- 

 mounted, each ardent for a speedy and victorious ter- 

 mination of the arduous chase. 



The swamp was accessible only to Jonas and the eager 

 hounds; we galloped around. He knew well its recesses, 

 and entering it, leaped as usual with a frog's agility, from 

 tussock to tussock, after the pack. The game was driven 

 out, and soon exhibited a fine view. Tally-ho-ho-ho, 

 resounded, and the mettlesome impatient steeds receiving 

 the rein, and the whip or the spur, nobly competed for 

 the prize. 



Puss evidently was making her last best eftbrt, though 

 jaded, as she but too plainly shewed, by her protruding 

 tongue, and low swinging tail. 



The dogs neared her as she entered a wood, and earth- 

 ed her in her sinuous den on the southern aspect of a rising 

 piece of ground, after a protracted chase of between thir- 

 ty and forty miles, from the time of unkennelling, about 

 the hour of noon. We gladly seized the acceptable mo- 

 ment, to dismount and rest. 



