Like a tatter of sail in the wind, Like a tangle of net on the sand, Like a hound stretched out in the heat, My soul shall lie in the sun, And be drowsy with peace, And not think of the past!
"Open Water"
Arthur Stringer
It was a boar-hound of foreign breed-Marston had a number of them, though Julia, of course, knew nothing of this.
"The Man from Jericho"
Edwin Carlile Litsey
The hound had disappeared.
"The Man from Jericho"
Edwin Carlile Litsey