THE LIFE OF A FOXHOUND. 173 



Rising from the ground, I went towards 

 him and said, " What's the matter? " 



'' I don't know," replied he, " but I feel 

 very strange. I'm dreadfully thirsty, and yet 

 cannot go near the water." 



I now perceived that his eyes looked dull 

 and leaden, and his body shook, as if every 

 nerve and sinew were shattered and unstrung. 



" Perhaps you have eaten something that 

 has disagreed with you," returned I. 



* * No, ' ' added he ; " I picked up a bone in 

 our walk this morning, but that couldn't 

 injure me." 



" What's that wound on your shoulder," 

 I asked. 



**A mere scratch," said he, "I got from a 

 cur three days ago. He flew at me while 

 passing a cottage garden, and just touched 

 me on the skin." 



This intelligence struck me with the most 

 inexpressible uneasiness, and I went to Trim- 

 bush, who was asleep, and waking him, 

 lepeated all I had seen and heard. 



In a moment the old hound jumped from his 

 posture of indolence, and approaching Game- 

 boy, regarded him minutely. 



"Are you unwell ? " said he. 



