184 THOUGHTS UPON HUNTING. 



Now be quiet, and he cannot escape us : we have the 

 wind of the hounds, and cannot be better placed. How 

 short he runs ! — He is now in the very strongest part of the 

 cover. What a crash ! — every hound is in, and every hound 

 is running for him. That was a quick turn ! — Again ano- 

 ther ! — he's put to his last shifts. Now Mischief is at his 

 heels, and death is not far off. Ha ! they all stop at once : 

 all silent, and yet no earth is open. Listen ! now they are 

 at him again ! — Did you hear that hound catch view ? — 

 They over-ran thi? scent, and the fox had laid down behind 

 them. Now, Reynard, look to yourself! — How quick they 

 all give their tongues ! — Little Dreadnought, how he works 

 him ! — The terriers, too, they now are squeaking at him. 

 How close Vengeance pursues ! — how terribly she presses ! — 

 It is just up with him ! — Gods ! what a crash they make ! — 

 the whole wood resounds ! — That turn was very short ! — 

 There ! now — aye, now they have him ! — Who-hoop ! 



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