Thus the whole hunt from the find to the death is generally in view.
From every point of this beautiful locality there is a boundless and unbroken panorama of the low country.
Unfortunately, although the weather was perfectly fine, it was the windy season, and a gale swept across the mountains that rendered ears of little use, as a hound's voice was annihilated in such a hurricane This was sadly against sport, as the main body of the pack would have no chance of joining the finding hound.
However, the hounds were unkenneled at break of day, and, the tent being pitched at the bottom of the basin, we commenced a pull up the steep patinas, hoping to find somewhere on the edge of the jungles.
"There's scent to a certainty!--look at old Bluebeard's nose upon the ground and the excited wagging of his stern.

Ploughboy notices it--now Gaylass they'll hit it off presently to a certainty, though it's as cold as charity.

That elk was feeding here early in the night; the scent is four hours old if a minute.

There they go into the jungle, and we shall lose the elk, ten to one, as not another hound in the pack will work it up.

It can't be helped; if any three hounds will rouse him out, those are the three." For a couple of hours we had sat behind a rock, sheltered from the wind, watching the immense prospect before us.