Running towards the sound through fine open forests, we soon arrived on the Matturatta Plains.

The whole pack now heard the old dog distinctly, and they rushed to the sound across the patinas.

There was Smut, sure enough, with a fine buck at bay in the river, which he had found and brought to bay single-handed.
The instant that the pack joined him, the buck broke his bay, and, leaping up the bank, he gave a beautiful run over the patinas, with the whole pack after him, and Bran a hundred paces in advance of the other dogs, pulling up to him with murderous intent.

Just as I thought that Bran would have him, a sudden kick threw the dog over, but he quickly recovered himself, and again came to the front, and this time he seized the buck by the ear, but, this giving way, he lost his hold and again was kicked over.

This had checked the elk's speed for some seconds, and the other dogs were fast closing up, seeing which, the buck immediately altered his course for the river, and took to water in a deep pool.
Down came old Smut after him, and in a few moments there was a beautiful chorus, as the whole pack had him at bay.
The river went through a deep gorge, and I was obliged to sit down and slide for about thirty yards, checking a too rapid descent by holding on to the rank grass.