PYTCHLY^S STORY 77 



This talking frightened me from the spot, and 

 on my going a httle ftirther and crossing a path, 

 another man exclaimed, " There he goes ! it was a 

 fox that jay was making such a noise about." He 

 then gave a loud view-halloo ; the hounds soon 

 came up, and after running some time in the forest, 

 I left them following another fox. 



The httle I had to say is said. 



" Come, Dorset, fain would we hear thy story 

 next. Our thoughts should be open as the heavens 

 above, and free as the winds that follow us. We 

 are brethren and fellows in our way of life, and thou 

 may'st not doubt that we will judge thy deeds fairly 

 but kindly." 



" Justice, then, is fled to lowly beasts, for men 

 have none of it. Listen to my story, friends ; a 

 plain and unvarnished one it is, and you shall have 

 it freely and entirely." 



