XI.
"I tried once to pass it, myself and my hound, Till, as fearing the lash, down he shivered to ground-- A brave hound, my mother! a brave hound, ye wot! And the wolf thought the same with his fangs at her throat In the pass of the Brocken.
"I tried once to pass it, myself and my hound, Till, as fearing the lash, down he shivered to ground-- A brave hound, my mother! a brave hound, ye wot! And the wolf thought the same with his fangs at her throat In the pass of the Brocken.