The pace
of the beast necessarily sunk into a walk. The question with his rider
was, in what direction to turn, to extricate himself from the mazes into
which he had so rashly ridden? While he mused this question, Blucher
started suddenly with evidently some new and exciting consciousness. His
ears were suddenly lifted--his eyes were strained upon the copse in
front--he halted, as if reluctant to proceed. It was evident that his
senses had taken in some sights, or sounds, which were unusual.
Of course, our traveller was by no means heedless of this behavior on
the part of the beast. He well knew the superior keenness of the brute
senses, over those of the man; and his own faculties were keenly
enlisted in the scrutiny. There might be wolves along the track--the
country was not wanting in them; or, more to be feared, there might be a
panther lurking along some great overhanging forest bough. There was
need to be vigilant. Either of these savages would make his propinquity
known, at a short distance, to the senses of an animal so timid as the
horse.
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