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This is not the slow baying of dogs that chase a hare, a fox, or

a deer, but a constant, sharp yelp, quick, broken, and furious.

So the hounds have struck no distant trail, the beast is before

their eyes-suddenly the cry of the pursuit stops, they have

reached the beast-again there is yelping and snarling-the beast

is defending himself, and is undoubtedly maiming some of them;

amid the baying of the hounds one hears more and more often the

howl of a dying dog.