Chapter 60 No.60

Beside the jutting rock the few appeared,

Like the last remnant of the red-deer's herd;60

Their eyes were feverish, and their aspect worn,

But still the hunter's blood was on their horn.

A little stream came tumbling from the height,

And straggling into ocean as it might,

Its bounding crystal frolicked in the ray,

And gushed fr