t of Wales _Cwn Annwn_ (Dogs of
Hell). I have heard say that these spiritual hunting-dogs have been
heard to pass by the eaves of several houses before the death of
someone in the family. Thomas Andrews was an honest, religious man,
and would not have told an untruth either for fear or for favour."

The colour of these dogs is variously given, as white, with red ears, and
an old man informed Mr. Motley that their colour was blood-red, and that
they always were dripping with gore, and that their eyes and teeth were
of fire. This person confessed that he had never seen these dogs, but
that he described them from what he had heard.--_Tales of the Cymry_, p.
60. There is in _The Cambro-Briton_, vol. ii., p. 271, another and more
natural description of _Cwn Annwn_. It is there stated that Pwyll,
prince of Dyved, went out to hunt, and:--

"He sounded his horn and began to enter upon the chase, following his
dogs and separating from his companions. And, as he was listening to
the cry of his pack, he could distinctly hear the cry of another
pack, different from that of his own, and which was coming in an
opposite direction. He could also discern an opening in the wood
towards a level plain; and as his pack was entering the skirt of the
opening, he perceived a stag before the other pack, and about the
middle of the glade the pack in the rear coming up and throwing the
stag on the ground; upon this be fixed his attention on the colour of
the pack without recollecting to look at the stag; and, of all the
hounds in the world he had ever seen, he never saw any like them in
colour. Their colour was a shining clear white, with red ears; and
the whiteness of the dogs, and the redness of their ears, were
equally conspicuous."

We are informed that these dogs belonged to Arawn, or the silver-tongued
King of Annwn, of the lower or southern regions. In this way these dogs
are identified with the creatures treated of in this chapter. But their
work was less weird than soul-hunting.

A superstition akin to that attached to _Cwn Annwn_ prevails in many
countries, as in Normandy and Bretagne. In Devonshire, the Wish, or
Wisked Hounds, were once believed in, and certain places on Dartmoor were
thought to be their peculiar resort, and it was supposed that they hunted
on certain nights, one of which was always St. John's Eve. These
terrible creations of a cruel