hos non immissis canibus, non cassibus ullis puniceaeve agitant pavidos formidine pinnae, sed frustra oppositum trudentis pectore montem comminus obtruncant ferro, graviterque rudentis caedunt, et magno laeti clamore reportant.
These they hunt not by unloosing hounds, or laying nets, or alarming with a scare of the crimson feather,      but as their breasts vainly strain against that mountain rampart men slay them, steel in hand, cut them down bellowing piteously, and bear them home with loud shouts of joy.
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