54 Dick Simpson, Hiiutsinan. 



Poor Simpson looked frightened, Lord Soulham[)ton astounded^ 



That traps to catch foxes, in this country abounded ! 



'Twas a sorry " Who-oop ! " — Fitz Oldacre gave it ! — 



The hounds ate the fox, and there T must lave it ! 



'Twas now three o'clock, but to show sport determined, 



My Lord took his pack to Pilch Cover and found him ; 



They ran him six miles, such a clipping good burst, 



" Poor Pug" just in time to reach his home first — 



Safe ! Now for our own homes, — bother the " Rails,''- — 



Believe me to be, out of place, very faithfully yours, 



(Part Proprietor) and late Huntsman to the ]\Lvngey 



Tails ! 

 Master is goJie abroad. 



I said one day to Dick " You have a good 

 pack out." He replied " Yes, sir, there is not 

 a hound which will not do her part, and there is 

 not one that can beat the leading hounds two 

 lengths. It is the head of the pack, sir, that is 

 responsible for all the checks. If my lord sees 

 a hound four lengths before the leading hounds 

 for any distance, that hound has to go ; you 

 must have your chase-hounds steady." 



At the end of the season Simpson left and 

 returned to his farm ; but he was not destined 

 to enjoy himself in his own way for long, as 

 Lord Henry Bentinck sought him out and offered 

 him the largest salary that ever was heard of. 

 He hunted the Burton until he got farm-sick 

 again, then ended his most prosperous career 



