The woods seemed full of them.

I heard a bell tinkle, and, a moment after, our old hound Venus came bounding through the cane, dripping wet from the creek.

As the old hound came towards me, I called to her as I used to do when out hunting with her.

She stopped suddenly, looked up at me, and then came wagging her tail and fawning around me.

A moment after the other dog came up hot in the chase, and with their noses to the ground.