Thoughts upon huntihg. 169 



Now be quiet, and he cannot cfcape us ; we 

 have the wind of the hounds, and cannot be 

 better placed : — how Ihort he runs ! — he is now 

 in the very Itrongeft part of the cover. — What a 

 crafli ! every hound is in, and every hound is 

 running for him. That was a quick turn ! — 

 Again another ! — he's put to his laft iliifts. — 

 Now Mi/chief is at his heels, and death is not far 

 off. — Ha ! they all ftop at once ; — all lilent, and 

 yet no earth is open. Liflen ! — now they are at 

 him again! — Did you hear that hound catch 

 him ? they over-ran the fcent, and the fox had 

 laid down behind them. Now, Reynard, look to 

 yourfelf ! — How quick they all give their tongues ! 

 — Little Dreadnought, how he works hira ! the 

 terriers too, they are now fqueaking at him. — 

 How clofe Vengeance purfues ! how terribly fhc 

 prefies ! — it is jufi: up with him ! — Gods ! wha:t a 

 crafh they make ; the whole wood refounds ! — 

 That turn was very fhort ! — There ! — now !— 

 aye, now they have him ! Who-hoop ! 



LET. 



