12 HARE-HUNTING AND HARRIERS 



The welkin rings, men, dogs, hills, rocks, and woods. 

 In the full concert join ! " . . . 



Here follows seme sound advice : 



" Huntsman ! her gait observe : if in wide rings 

 She wheel her mazy way, in the same round 

 Persisting still, she'll foil the beaten track. 

 But if she fly, and with the fav'ring wind 

 Urge her bold course, less intricate thy task : 

 Push on thy pack." 



The chase goes on : 



" The puzzling pack unravel, wile by wile. 



Maze within maze. The covert's utmost bound 

 Slyly she skirts ; behind then cautious creeps. 

 And in that very track, so lately stain'd 

 By all the steaming crowd, seems to pursue 

 The foe she flies." 



How true a picture is this, and this again : 



" But hold — I see her from the covert break ; 

 Sad on yon little eminence she sits ; 

 Intent she Ustens, with one ear erect, 

 Pond'ring and doubtful what new course to take, 

 And how t' escape the fierce bloodthirsty crew 

 That still urge on and still in volleys loud 

 Insult her woes. . . . 



. her fears prevail. 

 And o'er the plain, and o'er the mountain's ridge 

 Away she flies." 



The huntsmen " smoke along the vale," the old 

 hounds now begin to come to the front, as they will 

 do when the chase is sinking ; a check ensues, caused 

 by a flock of sheep, the line is recovered, and away, 

 after another slight check, they drive. 



" Now the poor chace 

 Begins to flag, to her last shifts reduc'd. 

 From brake to brake she flies, and visits all 

 Her haunts." 



