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chase a liuiiclred yards ahead. From stone to 

 stone, from crag to crag, through the water, through 

 the furze and fern fled the dog, and the foxhounds 

 catching sight and scent, followed fast. At first 

 they gained, but when the pursued dog found it 

 was terrible earnest for her, she laid herself well to 

 her work — mute. 



Startled by the unusual noise, the paired grouse 

 flew whirring away. The sheep were scattered in 

 confusion, and a raven flew slowly away from a 

 carcase. Upward still we went, the footmen 

 having the best of it on the uneven ground — 



" Upward still to wilder, lonelier regions, 

 Wliere the patient river fills its urn 

 From the oozy moorlands, 'mid the boulders ; 

 Cushioned deep in moss, and fringed with fern." 



jSTow the hounds are over the crest, and soon we 

 followed them. We now had the bogs to contend 

 with, worse enemies than the rocks. 



" Diawl ! John Jones, I am fast," we lieard and 

 saw an unfortunate pony up to its belly in the bog. 

 Another stumbles in a crevice and sends its rider 

 headlong. We footmen have still the best of it, 

 although it is no easy matter to run through the 

 heather. 



We had now reached the other side of the 

 mountain, and were fast descending into the valley 



