166 EMULATION OF THE HOUNDS. 



" Hark ! what loud shouts 

 Be-echo through the groves ! he breaks away : 

 Shrill horns proclaim his flight. Each straggling hound 

 Strains o'er the lawn to reach the distant pack. 

 'Tis triumph all, and joy." 



Now, huntsman, get on with the head hounds ; 



the whipper-in will bring on the others after 



you : keep an attentive eye on the leading 



hounds, that should the scent fail them, you 



may know at least how far they brought it. 



Mind Galloper, how he leads them ! It is 



difficult to distinguish which is first, they run 



in such a style ; yet he is the foremost hound. 



The goodness of his nose is not less excellent 



than his speed. How he carries the scent ! 



and when he loses it, see how eagerly he flings 



to recover it again. There — now he's at head 



again. — See how they top the hedge ! Now, 



how they mount the hill ! Observe what a 



head they carry ; and show me, if you can, 



one shuffler or skirter amongst them all : are 



they not like a parcel of brave fellows, who, 



when they undertake a thing, determine to 



share its fatigue and its dangers equally a- 



mongst them ? 



" Far o'er the rocky hills we range, 

 And dangerous our course ; but in the brave 

 True courage never fails. In vain the stream 

 In foaming eddies whirls, in vain the ditch 



