Chapter 15 No.15

Then through the dell his horn resounds,

From vain pursuit to call the hounds.

170 Back limped, with slow and crippled pace,

The sulky leaders of the chase;

Close to their master's side they pressed,

With drooping tail and humbled crest;

But still the dingle's hollow throat

175 Prolonged the swelling bugle-note.

The owlets s