98 Frank Beers ^ Huntsman. 



Both loud and deep as o'er the plough with lightning speed 



they went, 

 And sportsmen saw with half an eye there was a burning scent. 



What racing and what bustling now was there to get. a place, 

 And lucky was the aspirant whose horse could go the pace. 

 The hounds soon settled on the line, and then like wildfire ran ; 

 It now appeared to be a case of catch them if you can. 



XL 



And fortunate it was that day, as well for horse as hound, 

 The ploughs rode light, the going good, the turf was firm and 



sound, 

 Or else with such a holding scent and with a fox so stout 

 Before the finish every nag must fain have given out. 



XII. 



Ten minutes' burst, and then we thought we had a check at last, 

 But Beers sat still and watched the hounds complete their 



patient cast. 

 When down the fence they hit him off, the line was turning now, 

 The fox, no doubt, had headed been by yonder man at plough. 



XIII. 



A few short turns well puzzled out, they're off again at score ; 

 Though going fast, yet 'tis a ring, a fact we much deplore. 

 Halse Copse again appears which we had hoped to leave 



behind. 

 Though thankful for the chance to give our nags a litde wind. 



XIV. 



But with a crash the gallant pack fly o'er the opposing fence. 

 And still maintain their dashing speed through blackthorn 

 thickets dense : 



