GALLANT BUN WITH THE NOETH TYNE 

 AND IKTHINGHEAD HOUNDS. 



[THE following description of a foxhunt and a day 

 with the hounds were contributed to the papers sometime 

 ago by the writer -, and at the request of my hunting 

 friends, I give them both as a reprint.] 



" DEATH OF "BTJKNT TOM." 



Arouse, " Burnt Tom," my game oldjfox, the last time 



from thy den, 

 3Tor Lang Will's voice is sounding far through Leas* 



burn's shaggy glen, 

 He's cheering on the gallant hounds, I hear fleet 



Moudy's cry, 

 Take thy last look of cairn and brook, ere sunset thoH 



shalt die. 



The hounds were uncoupled at Cranecleugh, on 

 Tuesday morning, when they soon found a drag, 

 hunting it slowly over the heights to Leasburn, 

 but it is too old and cold. Let^us lift them, and 

 try down by the Forks, where the holes are 



