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They accordingly commenced searching the cover, which they did to no
purpose, and were upon the point of giving up all hope of I success,
when, from the centre of a low, broad clump of furze, out starts a hare,
as white almost as snow. Barney for a moment was struck dumb; but at
length exerting his voice, for he was some distance from Woodward, he
shouted out--
"O, for goodness' sake, hould in the dogs, Masther Harry!"
It was too late, however; the gallant, animals, though fatigued by their
previous exertions, immediately gave noble chase, and by far the most
beautiful and interesting course they had had that day took place upon
the broad, clear plain that stretched before them. It was, indeed,
to the eye of a sportsman, one of intense and surpassing interest--an
interest which, even to Woodward, who only laughed at Barney's story
of the witch, was, nevertheless, deepened tenfold by the coincidence
between the two circumstances. The swift and mettlesome dogs pushed her
hard, and succeeded in turning her several times, when it was observed
that she made a point to manage her running so as to approximate to
the haunted house--a fact which was not unobserved by Barney, who now,
having joined Woodward, exclaimed--
"Mark it, Masther Harry, mark my words, she's alive still, and will be
wid the _Shan-dhinne-dhuv_ in spite o' them! Bravo, Sambo! Well done,
Snail; ay, Snail, indeed--hillo! by the sweets o' rosin they have
her--no, no--but it was a beautiful turn, though; and poor Snail, so
tired afther his day's work.
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