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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.]