CAPE FOXHOUNDS 

 whose mounts are well shouldered 

 have the best of it striding down the 

 further slope. Through a network 

 of dry watercourses, where the scent 

 falls light, they hit it off on a grand 

 level plateau beyond. Then we get 

 a real good ding-dong gallop that 

 soon polishes off our little field, 

 and leaves us three alone to follow 

 hounds, while praying that we too 

 may not get left. The line has led 

 us straight, without a swerve, towards 

 a conical hill, whose pointed heath- 

 clad top has often served us for a 

 landmark ; and hounds are tailing 

 out a bit on the lower slopes as the 

 line takes us round its base. Now 

 Ranger, who is far ahead, swerves 

 suddenly, then circles round, the 

 others cast about. A check at last ! 

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