Frank Beers ^ Huntsman, loi 



XXV. 



Now Stuchbury's pleasant pastures lie stretched beneath our feet, 

 The going on those headlands sound was really quite a treat, 

 And well-bred horses caught their wind as swiftly on they sped, 

 For by a field and more than that the flying pack now led. 



XXVI. 



By Allithorn and Weston and over Banbury lane, 



And on towards Moreton Pinkney the pace we still maintain. 



A few red coats and habits and one or two in black 



Are still seen popping up and down behind the fleeting pack. 



XXVII. 



Now on the broad and level sward we gallop while we may, 

 For through these verdant meads a brook, The Tovy, winds its 



way. 

 The Tovy is both wide and deep, and should we chance to fall, 

 No fear but what there's room enough to hold us horse and all. 



XXVIII. 



Some willows mark its winding course, its rotten banks and 



steep, 

 Keen horses prick their ears and snort, all eager for the leap ; 

 Now hustle horse and harden heart, cram firmly on your hat, 

 And straightway catch him by the head and go at it, full bat. 



XXIX. 



And so the first flight over swing as if 'tis in their stride. 

 Not so, however, those who dare or know not how to ride ; 

 Some take a header off their nags and much amusement yield 

 To those who with much caution form the rear-guard of the 

 field. 



XXX. 



Beyond some second horsemen and a farmer here and there 

 Who comes to show a four-year-old or exercise his mare. 



