"Come, bustle--bustle!" Harry added, as he put on his hunting cap and
pulled a huge pair of fen boots on, reaching to the midthigh, which
Timothy had garnished with a pair of bright English spurs. In another
minute they were all on horseback, trotting away at a brisk pace toward
the little glen, wherein, according to Jem's last report, the stag was
harbored. It was in vain that during their quick ride the old man was
entreated to inform them where they were to take post, or what they were
to do, as he would give them no reply, nor any information whatever.
At last, however, when Forester rejoined them, after his return to the
village, he turned short off from the high road to the left, and as he
passed a set of bars into a wild hill pasture, struck into a hard
gallop.
Before them lay the high and ridgy head of Round Top, his flanks sloping
toward them, in two broad pine-clad knobs, with a wild streamlet
brawling down between them, and a thick tangled swamp of small extent,
but full of tall dense thornbushes, matted with vines and cat-briers,
and carpeted with a rich undergrowth of fern and wintergreen, and
whortleberries. To the right and left of the two knobs or spurs just
mentioned, were two other deep gorges, or dry channels, bare of
brushwood, and stony--rockwalled, with steep precipitous ledges toward
the mountain, but sloping easily up to the lower ridges.
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