JAUNTS IN THE JUNGLE. Ill 



remnant of the foxhounds that in days of yore had 

 been imported by some exiled Nimrod, but which 

 were now scattered throughout the island, in the 

 habitations of the different dwellers at out-stations), 

 and sending them in at the upper part of the mountain, 

 to turn out any thing they might come across, we 

 would keep up with them as best we could. 



It would not be long before they scented a hog- 

 deer, and a beautiful run would take place through 

 the forest down to the valley ; now and then lost to 

 view, at other times seen tumbling headlong over 

 rocks and broken ground, straight onwards sprang 

 the deer, with the hounds in full cry in his wake ; 

 making the hills echo for miles with their deep-toned 

 voices, whilst the sounds of our cheers, joining in 

 chorus, must have slightly astonished every living 

 thing within the range of hearing. 



It was certainly rather astounding to view afterwards 

 in cold blood the stupendous heights that we had 

 dropped ourselves down from, in the ardour of the 

 chase ; and chasms over the water-falls, that looked 

 but as a gutter when we were in full pursuit, sent us 

 round half a mile out of our way, on our return home- 

 wards. 



I once saw a hog- deer at bay, and I never saw a 

 more awkward customer in my life. 



When the first hound attacked him he merely gave 

 a supercilious toss of his head to all appearance, but 

 in so doing he had ripped the dog open from the 



