A HART, hard pressed in the chase, hid himself beneath the large
leaves of a Vine. The huntsmen, in their haste, overshot the
place of his concealment1. Supposing all danger to have passed,
the Hart began to nibble2 the tendrils of the Vine. One of the
huntsmen, attracted by the rustling3 of the leaves, looked back,
and seeing the Hart, shot an arrow from his bow and struck it.
The Hart, at the point of death, groaned: "I am rightly served,
for I should not have maltreated the Vine that saved me."
