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whose attention I desire to attract. Hunting the wild 

 red deer I have alway considered the finest sport that 

 can be found in Great Britain, and not to see it is 

 to lose a grand treat. The period of hunting the stag 

 has just finished, and hind hunting is in full swing. 



Having enjoyed a few days during the month of 

 August at the commencement of the time for hunt- 

 ing the stag, and being enchanted with the scenery, 

 the excellence of the sport, and the hospitality of 

 the inhabitants, I determined to have a ride or two 

 with the Devon and Somerset, when in pursuit of a 

 hind. Leaving the fogs of London, I travel to Dul- 

 verton, going as far as Chard by the London and 

 South-Western Railway, travelling through a beauti- 

 ful line of country — a far preferable route, in my 

 opinion, to that of the Great Western. I arrived 

 to find the fixture for the following day was Haddon 

 Hill, on the estate of Lord Carnarvon, whose woods, 

 extending some eight or nine miles, abound with 

 red deer. Mounted by Mr. King on a sturdy little 

 horse, I was off at an early hour to try my luck at 

 hunting the hind, singing the following Avords sug- 

 gested by the occasion, as I canter quickly along — 



" Then urge on your steed, for he never must lag 

 Who through the wild heather goes hunting the stag ; 



Hunting the stag, 



Hunting the stag, 

 Who through the wild heather goes hunting the stag. 

 ' Tallyho ! Gone away ! ' are the sounds that I hear, 

 For the tufters have s-taited a noble red deer. 

 Then forward, hark forward ! o'er moorland and hill. 

 Through the verdure- clad woodlands and swift-flowing rill ; 

 O'er the emerald glades and the wild trackless waste, 

 Knee deep in the bracken we ride in hot haste. 



