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Chapter 6 HOW DESDEMONA FOUND HER NEST

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e would very much like to trace the mental process; to know exactly how much and in what manner the influence of the wolfhound, with his experiences of life among

xperiences; and from that record, in the light of her previous intercourse with the Iri

ly scoured the South Downs within a radius of a dozen miles from home. In the beginning of their longest jaun

emona, than from any desire for food. And so it fell out that, having slain the bunny, the hunter and his mate proceeded to amuse themse

blazed for a moment with the sort of masterful wrath he had not shown since his dingo-leading days in the Tinnaburra. Desdemona noticed this exhibition of lordly anger and thought it rather fine. But, being female, she was more practical than Finn; and being a bloodhound, she had a sense of smell by comparison with which Finn's scenting power

llow this up at a loping trot. As she ran, her delicate, golden-colored flews skimmed the ground; her sensitive nostrils questioned almost every blade of grass, her brain automatically registering every particle of information so obtained, and guiding her feet accordingly. Her strong tail waved above and behind her in the curve of an Arab scimitar. She ceased to be the Lady Desdemona

s a fact, she herself did not as yet know what that purpose was.) And that was enough for Finn. The bloodhound's pace

fine voice with sincere approval. Like all hounds, he detested a sharp, high, or yapping cry. A few seconds later Desdemona came to a standstill beside the stem of a starveling yew-tree, and just below the crest of the Down. Her muzzle was thrus

him; and what is more, he remembered precisely what that twangy, acrid scent betokened. The chalky earth flew from under his great paws faster than two men could have shifted it wi

rush between his legs, fight in his bared jaws, and flight in his red rolling eyes. But fate had knocked at Reynard's door, and would not be denied. His running did not carry him far. It is probably somewhat disturbing to

he mouth of the cave with most of the stolen rabbit between her jaws. It was noteworthy that she gave no heed at all to the fox. Her business as a tracker had been with her mate's stolen kill. In the absence of Finn, Reynard would have paid no other penalt

for another thing they did not relish the musky tang left by Reynard's jaws. Apart from this (and despite its

early appreciated before Desdemona could bring herself to lay aside the mangled rabbit. Then she invited Finn's attention to the interior of the cave. Together they explored its resources till Finn felt almost nauseated by the smell of fox which filled the pla

reabouts, one plainly saw the sparkle of sunlight on the waters of the Channel from the mouth of this cave. On the other hand, an obliging cup-shaped hollow of the Downs, some hund

f generations of sheep; but it had never known the plow. It was the same unbroken turf which our early British ancestors knew in these parts, and had remained unscathed by any such trifling happenings as the Roman invasion, the Fire of London, the Wars of the Roses, or the ad

endeavored to forget the foxy smell, busied himself in securing a fresh, rabbit for supper, and generally behaved as a good mat

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