Then turn aside to Witherslack,
Where Winster’s waters range,
And thence to shingly Eggerslack,
And sand-surveying Grange.
Then, with the instinct of despair, the brute makes for his old haunt on Humphrey Head, as “evening shades appear.” Reaching a deep chasm in the rock, wolf and hounds rush headlong to their destruction. Laybourne’s horse rears at the “giddy brink,” but the “bold Delisle” rushes madly on, crying—
Adela! I’ll win thee now!
Or ne’er wend forth again.
Delisle and his “Arab white” pursue their headlong course down the rocky gulf—
Awhile from side to side it leapt,
That steed of mettle true,