112 THE KIELDER HUNT. 



From them he got his wind and speed, from them 



he got his fire, 

 For all the cups that he has won, and prizes too 



in gold, 

 On the hunting scroll of fame his name it is en- 



roll'd. 



Then here's to every trail dog that has with 



Wyndham run, 

 Their owners and their trainers, here's to them 



every one ; 

 And likewise to our Border sports, I hope they'll 



never fail, 

 Long life to every one that likes a foxhunt and a 



trail. 



aint 



DEDICATED TO JOHN KOBSON. 



|[HAKK! hark! I hear Lang Will's clear voice 



sound through the Kielder glen, 

 Where the raven flaps her glossy wing and the 

 fell fox has his den ; 



