His spirit thirsts for the hunt.

Wow! O hunter, set your shining boat for the shore, and let us follow the trail.

There be buffalo in the lands beyond the hills which line the river." "That's a splendid idea!" cried Venning.

"I'm beginning to get mouldy.

A trip ashore would be ripping, now that we have distanced our pursuers." "I second that motion," said Compton, with a longing glance shorewards.