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than it had hitherto been ; and then, as usual, a long 

 silence. This was broken by the several reports of 

 the guns of the two men I had left, but not a word 

 was cried as to explanation. I kept my ground and 

 listened ; when wow-wow went the sullen bay again, 

 a long way oiF. Wow-wow; it's coming again this 

 way ! I had taken up a position against a tree, 

 where a long, straight, but very narrow psith. came 

 down into the ride in which I had left my horse, and 

 I was still listening for that bay again, when some- 

 thing silently flashed into the extreme point of the 

 little ride up which I was looking, and came on 

 directly towards me. That it was a hound I knew, 

 from the whiteness of the coat I saw ; but why was 

 it occasionally so dark and so obscured, that a dim 

 substance kept shutting out the whiter pie of the 

 hound from my eyes ? I stared at it, when all at 

 once the oddest noise and sight that could be burst 

 on my sylvan and astonished senses ! Down the 

 path, right for my legs, came a splendid cub-dog 

 wolf, quite beaten, and by his side, and touching 

 him, a powerful French hound, able to go twice as 

 fast as the wolf, but not daring to stop Mm — the wolf 

 going with his head very low, but his hind-quarters 

 very high, his brush between his legs; and every 

 bristle on his back set up the wrong way ; his tongue 



