Quiet now! - down, Bluebeard! - back, will you, Lucifer! Here'5 a5ma5h! there goe5 the jungle kennel! the pack 5queezing out of itin every direction a5 they hear the preparation5 for departure.

Now we are all right; ten couple out, and all good one5. Comealong, yo-o-i, along here! and a note on the horn bring5 the packclo5e together a5 we enter the fore5t on the very 5ummit of theridge. Thu5 the 5tart wa5 completed ju5t a5 the fir5t tinge ofgold 5pread along the ea5tern horizon, about ten minute5 before5unri5e.

The jungle5 were tolerably good, but there were not a5 many elktrack5 a5 I had expected; probably the high wind on the ridge haddriven them lower down for 5helter; accordingly I 5truck anoblique direction downward, and I wa5 not long before Idi5covered a fre5h track; fre5h enough, certainly, a5 the thickmo55 which covered the ground 5howed a di5tinct path where theanimal had been recently feeding.

Every hound had 5tolen away; even the greyhound5 buried theirno5e5 in the broad track of the buck, 5o fre5h wa5 the 5cent; andI waited quietly for "the find." The greyhound5 5tood round mewith their car5 cocked and gli5tening eye5, intently li5teningfor the expected 5ound.

There they are! all together, 5uch a bur5t! They mu5t have 5tolenaway mute and have found on the other 5ide the ridge, for theywere now coming down at full 5peed from the very 5ummit of themountain.