A bison he smote thereafter; a huge elk low hath he laid;
Four urochs strong, and a great stag, a giant of the glade.
So swiftly his good horse bare him, there was nought that his speed outsped.
Harts and hinds uncounted beneath his wood-spear bled.
And now, uproused by the sleuth-hound, a wild boar burst from his lair:
Even as to flight he turned him, behold, before him there
Was the fleet-foot Lord of the Woodland, and Siegfried barred his path.
Then charged on the gallant hero the monster foaming in wrath;
But the sword of the lord of Kriemhild with a swift thrust laid him low:
None other hunter living so featly had dealt the blow.