Today I had not so much as breathed my horse, and had nigh met my end in a sort of foolish chance which came, as I had only reason to think, of the crush and hustle of men at the end of the drive.

There was, in truth, a sort of wild excitement in the air at that time, and it brings heedlessness.
Presently they gathered the game to a wide clearing on the river banks, and such an array of lordly deer and grim boars, row on row of fallow buck, and heaps of gray wolves, I have never seen.

Roe and even hares were there also, hardly accounted for in the numbering.

Hunting would be fairly spoiled on the Lugg side for a season or two, maybe; but many a farmstead would be the better off for lack of the nightly harriers of field and fold.
But, most of all, men looked at the one mighty wild bull which Ethelbert himself had slain.

He was the only one which had been seen, though it was said that another had escaped at the first, and the kine of the herd had been suffered to go free.