The hunter in the ditch scrambled out, but his horse was hurt and
could not move.

Some men from the farm house, before which I was sitting, looking at
the hunt, took ropes and went to help the maimed horse.

By this time, we heard but faintly the huntsmen's horn and merry
shouts; and soon they were all out of sight, save the four or five
men who were aiding the poor horse to get out of the ditch.

I returned home, thinking that, after all, hunting tame deer was a
poor amusement. But I am an American lady; and were I an English
gentleman, I might feel very differently.

"I think I should like hunting right well. It would be real good
fun," said Harry.

"And so should I," said Frank.

The dog of the St. Bernard, who is called the Alpine spaniel, you
have heard and read of; and you have that pretty picture of one of
those dogs with a boy on his back.

I have, as you know, been among the Swiss mountains; and the thought
of the good monks living in those awful solitudes through the storms
of winter, with the avalanches for their music, and only an
occasional traveller for society, and with these gentle, loving dogs
for companions, gave me a new love for these excellent animals.