原版英文小说 All on the Irish Shore
By this time the leaders of the pack were well away up a ploughed field,over a fence and into a furze brake, from which their rejoicing yelpsstreamed back on the damp breeze. The Master of the Craffroe Houndspicked himself up, and sprinted up the hill after the Whip and KennelHuntsman--a composite official recently promoted from the stableyard--in a way that showed that his failure in horn-blowing was not thefault of his lungs.