CAPE FOXHOUNDS 

 the very noses of the pack. For one 

 short instant they scarce realise the 

 case, but then they swoop upon the 

 line with a screaming chorus that 

 would wake the dead. Indeed, it 

 wakes something more important 

 than the dead : it causes our horses 

 to throw up their heads, and, with- 

 out a moment's hesitation, to start in 

 pursuit, in no little gaiety of heart at 

 finding themselves without the usual 

 burden of their riders. Helplessly 

 we, in our turn, start to follow ; but 

 they are streaming away over the 

 shoulder before us, while we, pound- 

 ing in our top-boots through heavy 

 grass and heather, find ourselves 

 well pumped within a hundred 

 yards. The hounds are gone, the 

 horses top the sky-line, still tied head 

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