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covers that lie scattered over the face of the 

 marsh. 



" What use of horse now !" said Robin, as (sliding 

 from his saddle where his horse instinctively made 

 a dead halt at the edge of the impracticable Ser- 

 bonian bog that lay before him) he began to climb 

 a tree that overlooked the field of action " what 

 use of horse now ?" 



From this " vantage ground," however, he looked 

 in vain to catch a glimpse of the deer. The eye of 

 a lynx could not penetrate the thick mass of grass, 

 that stretched upward six feet from the surface of 

 the marsh. The cry of the hounds now grew faint 

 from distance, and now again came swelling on the 

 breeze ; when suddenly our ears were saluted by a 

 full burst from the whole pack, in that loud, open 

 note, which tells a practised ear that the cry comes 

 from the water. 



"Zounds, Robin!" cried I, in the excitement of 

 the moment, " they have him at bay there there 

 in the canal. Down from your perch, my lad, or 

 they'll eat him, horns and all, before you reach 

 him." * 



Robin apparently did not partake of this enthu- 

 siasm, for he maintained his perch on the tree, and 

 coolly observed "What use, maussa? fore I git 

 dere, dem dog polish ebery bone." 



