A CHECK. THE BATTLE CONTINUED 165 



stead in war, the foreseeing of obstacles, and the 

 seeing or the devising of means to overcome them. 



As we burst through a thick bullfinch we catch 

 a view of the fox rolling across the next field with 

 the pack close at his brush. 



We are up to the enemy's position. 



How they strain after him ! How they gain on 

 him ! 



Ah!— 



"Who-whoop! they have him, they're round him; liovv 

 They worry and tear when he's down ! 

 'Twas a stout hill fox when they found him, now 

 'Tis a hundred tatters of brown ! " 



We are over the trenches. 



The battle is won, and it remains but to shout, 

 to pursue, and to pick up the wounded. 



