292 A DOG HUNT ON THE BERWYNS 



of the Dee. There seemed a probabiHty of our 

 catching the quarry here ; but no, she left the 

 heather — much to my relief, it must be confessed 

 — and made for the valley, past a farm ; now well 

 in advance of her pursuers ; over the meadows ; 

 then, for a short distance, along the Bala and 

 Corwen line. Then past Cynwyd village, where 

 the crowd of people, and tlie various missiles sent 

 after her, failed to stop her. Then through 

 the churchyard, and along the road for some 

 distance. 



Here a man breaking stones hurled his hammer 

 at the bitch, but missed her. 



Turning again, she made for the hills, running 

 with unabated speed, although she had been hunted 

 for nearly ten miles. The original pursuers had 

 melted away, but we were reinforced by numbers of 

 others. 



Here I obtained a pony and set off again. 



By this time the hounds were in full cry up the 

 hillside. Mile after mile, over the hills we followed, 

 now only by scent, as the dog had made good use 

 of her time, while the hounds were hampered by 

 people crossing the scent at the village. 



" The shades of night were falling fast," when we 

 came to a brook flowing from the moorland. Here 

 the scent was lost, and the wild dog was nowhere 



