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horn the pomts of chase, with cheers that I thought 

 would have led on the Demon Hunter of the Hartz 

 Mountains. In going up a narrow ride my fine old 

 horse slipped into a deep rut, and, at half speed, 

 came on his head ; a large grower, in the scramble, 

 forcing itself under my knee : but we got no fall ; and 

 the hounds running close to my side, all kept on, 

 merry as a marriage-bell. In five minutes more, the 

 hounds and myself burst out of the wood together, 

 and a fine wide vale of cultivated land lay right 

 before me, over which I hoped we were about to 

 sail, " Away ! gone away ! " again on my horn, as 

 a beautiful foxhound bitch. Barricade, stooped her 

 head, arched her back, dropped her stern, and scut- 

 tled away as if resolved on blood, with about four or 

 five English foxhounds backing her. 



Without overrunning the scent a yard, they threw 

 up; for, whatever the animal was they were then 

 hunting, it had been headed by a man and cart 

 in the high road, and the hunted animal had, as the 

 French term it, reversed its foot — or, in our phrase, 

 turned short back upon the line. Standing stock still 

 I let them alone, and saw Corbeau make a splendid 

 hit hack, and do a thing which fools would very likely 

 have thought was running heel. I knew better 

 however, so cheered them on to the echo, and saw 



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