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horn telling the tale to the piqiieurs, with the four 

 single notes agreed on to telegraph the boar, was 

 drowned by triumphant tunes, " exciting " fanfares, 

 or operas, proclaiming that the noisy old tonguey 

 toddlers in the rear were " running merrily toge- 

 ther." Oh ! how bitterly, I, for the moment, 

 inveighed against horns being sounded in the rear 

 instead of a^ the head only of all chases — and with a 

 few weary dispirited hounds, what mischief the noise 

 behind did on this occasion ! I cheered at the head of 

 the little real cry there was, and called for aid on all 

 to come up and join ; but, alas ! there was more noise 

 the other way, and nothing I could do would stop it. 

 Ahead, and miles ahead, of the rearmost row, 

 in a turn the sow made, Jules d'Anchald viewed 

 her come out to refresh herself and wallow in a 

 brook, and got near enough to hear her rolling in 

 the water, though he failed to get a shot. After this 

 a blouse fired twice at her, and, as usual, swore he 

 hit her ; but still she went on, and, if they came up 

 to her, beat off the only three English hounds that 

 then continued the chase. I was in attendance on 

 them to the last, and am sure she never stopped to 

 hay. M. d'Anchald then again joined me with one 

 or two tired hounds, but we could make nothing 

 out; so having got our party and the few hounds 



