“I hope she’s not gone over,” said he, as he looked down at the seething waters. Then after a pause, he added with much feeling—“She was as stout a hare as ever stood before hounds.”
He quite believed that the jack had leaped over rather than be taken; but he was wrong. The distressed creature had found a sanctuary amongst the rocks, where the hounds would never have found him even had they been allowed to search.
There we will leave him, for though his after years were marked by hairbreadth escapes, his adventures do not exceed in interest those that have been chronicled.
One incident, however, must be mentioned.
Within four days of the chase he returned to Hannibal’s Carn, where he found a mate worthy of his fine qualities, and for a time his happiness was complete.
All his days he remained true to his native hill; in the end he crept beneath the ruins of the chantry, and there the toad guarded the portal of his death-chamber.
| [8] | Pron. Choon. |
| [9] | A spot marked by a granite post, where the parishes of Gulval, Madron, Morvah, and Zennor meet. |
| [10] | The food taken at the meal between breakfast and dinner. |