Again the pack ran obliquely, and made a second "cut" upon him--again a fresh dog took the lead, and on swept the chase as before--the wild hounds uttering their yelping notes as they ran.
Several times was this manoeuvre executed by the cunning dogs--until the desired result was accomplished, and the antelope was completely "blown." Then, as if they felt that it was in their power, and that further strategy was not needed, the whole pack rushed forward simultaneously, and closed rapidly upon the game.
The hartebeest made one last despairing effort to escape, but, finding that speed would no longer avail, the creature wheeled suddenly round, and placed itself in an attitude of defiance--the foam falling from its lips, while its red eyes sparkled like coals of fire.
In another moment the dogs were around it.
"What a splendid pack!" exclaimed Von Bloom.

"Oh! that I had such an one! "Ha!" he continued, as a new thought struck him, "and why not, just such an one ?--why not ?" Now the train of reflections that passed through the mind of the field-cornet was as follows:-- That the wild hounds might be tamed, and trained to hunting,--easiest of all, to the chase of the elephant.

He knew that this could be done, for boor-hunters had often done it.

True, the dogs must be taken young, but where were young ones to be obtained?
It is not so easy to capture the pups of the wild hound.

Until they are able to run well, their mothers do not permit them to stray far from the caves in which they are littered; and these are usually crevices among rocks quite inaccessible to man.