114 A WALK IN KIUSIU. 



As I passed through the wood, numbers of a little 

 yellow butterfly were flitting to and fro, constantly 

 lighting on the damp spots of ground, and sucking the 

 moisture up greedily. The wood was quite narrow at 

 this spot, and as I emerged from it on the hill-side, a 

 beautiful copper pheasant cock rose at my feet, and 

 went off like a rocket for the cover. The path skirted 

 round the hill, leaving the wood on the right and the 

 grassy hill-side on the left. Sweet-scented yellow 

 lilies were everywhere scattered about, and pretty 

 blue-bell-shaped flowers, besides the scented jessamine, 

 and azaleas in profusion, carpeted the ground. My 

 spaniel, who had evidently been tracking something for 

 some way, here entered a clump of thorn bushes, and 

 immediately a tremendous commotion ensued therein. 

 Out jumped a stupid, bewildered-looking hare, which 

 appeared too astonished and confused to decide what to 

 do. I nearly knocked it over with my stick; and my dog 

 rushing headlong at it, got entangled in some creeping 

 plant, and tumbled head over heels on to the creature. 

 This appeared to rouse it somewhat, for it now made 

 off in great bounds, as if making up for lost time. 



I soon came to a clear stream running down the 

 hill- side, in the deepest pools of which trout five or 

 six inches long were plainly seen against the dark 



