"20 THE FOGY DAYS AND NOW; 



Crash above called our attention, 

 'Twas the Colonel making our direction, 

 Galloping down the mountain side, 

 As rapid as a man could well ride, 



Came quartering toward the deer, 

 As to intercept it did appear ; 

 The buck was stretched at full speed, 

 So it seemed was the Colonel's steed. 



Then we saw a blaze from his gun. 

 And as quick as thought another one ; 

 The buck came on like thunderbolt, 

 As if shot out from catapault. 



And fell dead within twenty rods. 



That shot was worthy of the gods ; 



Wagon w^as waiting at the road. 



That buck made part of the Colonel's load. 



The last hunt with, him w^e ever took. 

 Just as we tell it in this book. 

 Col. Hampton then was young and rich, 

 A full made man in every stitch. 



A man who no one bore ill will, 

 A hunter bold and one of skill ; 

 A soldier born, though then untried. 

 Now known to fame, far and wide. 



Of the best timber was he made, 

 And braver ne'er donned the plaid ; 

 Nature's nobleman, luck or adversity. 

 The hero be known to posterity. 



Hampton, Miss., April I6th, 1891. 



My Dear Sir — I have been traveling about so much of late that 

 my correspondence has fallen in arrears, and thus your kind letter 

 directed to \\'ashington remained unanswered. 



