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when, coming down from three different directions, 

 D'Anchald, the huntsman, and myself met ; a few 

 hurried words, and my friend translated to me that 

 the huntsman had just viewed the boar, bleeding and 

 dead beat, the hounds getting together as he began 

 to dwell, and close at him. Just then there was an 

 extraordinary cessation in the cry for which even the 

 huntsman could not account, and he said he thought 

 the boar was dead. All at once it awoke again, and 

 further from us than we expected, and again we 

 severed each according to his own opinion. 



In galloping up a ride, I soon after passed a huge 

 horn in the middle of it, and a gun-sling, at which 

 Coco shied, and then the huntsman's horse tied to a 

 tree. A little further on M. Brunier and M. d'An- 

 chald both dismounted and prepared for a shot, each 

 of whom cried out to me that that was the point for 

 which the boar would make, and I had better dis- 

 mount and be ready. I listened again when, hearing 

 a renewed and thickened cry, as if all our hounds 

 had got together, evidently turning very short, and 

 from us, I galloped off to get nearer if I could to 

 my work, when in a few moments my ear revelled in 

 approaching sounds. I got near enough fully to dis- 

 tinguish that the cry was fierce and sullen, not that 

 of hounds in chase, but of hounds that bayed an 



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