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A FORWARD CAST. 



LITTLE more inaction, and again the 

 joyous sound 

 Of heart-reviving holloa — of trusty note 

 of hound — 

 Of cheery horn — of cracking briar — will drive our 



cares away, 

 As we rattle through the underwood the cubs at 

 break of day. 



And yet a little longer while — and glad November 

 brings 



With it the true commencement of the glorious 

 '' sport of kings ;" 



The sport I've longed and waited for since last I 

 trotted back, 



In the dust of scentless April, from the blood- 

 deserving pack. 

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