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Nous pressons les nouveaux relais:
Volcelets, Volcelets.
L’animal force succombe,
Fait un effort, se releve, enfin tombe:
Et nos chasseurs chantent tous a l’envi:
‘Amis, goutons les fruits de la victoire;
‘Amis, Amis, celebrons notre gloire.
‘Halali, Fanfare, Halali
‘Halali.’”
With this triumphant flourish of trumpets the present chapter may be fittingly concluded. [Footnote: See Appendix No. II.: Fielding and Mrs. Hussey.]
