But dare not quit them, lest the wolf be near;
And then the chief, advancing from the rest,
At sound of trump, the peasants thus addressed,—
"A purse of gold, and his own diamond ring,
As a reward, are offered by the king,
To him who slays the wolf!" The trumpet's blast
Re-echoed loud, as that gay pageant passed.
Meanwhile, each swain, in hope to gain the prize,
Shouldering his gun, to kill the monster tries;
But home returning oft without his prey,