Another moment, a tremendous splash, and he is among his hounds, and all are swimming towards their noble game.

At them he comes with a fierce rush.

Avoid him as you best can, ye hunters, man and hounds! Down the river the buck now swims, sometimes galloping over the shallows, sometimes wading shoulder-deep, sometimes swimming through the deep pools.

Now he dashes down the fierce rapids and leaps the opposing rocks, between which, the torrent rushes at a frightful pace.

The hounds are after him; the roaring of the water joins in their wild chorus; the loud holloa of the huntsman is heard above every sound as he cheers the pack on.