A DAY WITH THE HOUNDS. 125 



That's Seizer calls him now, Ringwood and 



Royal too, 



And Ruby's clear note is proclaiming 

 That the drag is new and warm, our hounding 



hearts to charm, 

 For the wild Christenbury no\* aiming. 



Through the scroggy glen, how they hunt him. 



to his den, 



Shall be told both in song and in story, 

 And when the fox shall die, our shouts will 



reach the sky, 

 Then each sportsman will be in his glory. 



A DAY WITH THE NORTH TYNE AND 

 IRTHINGHEAD FOX BOUNDS. 



AT the Whisky Syke the hounds were lows'd 

 by Walter Dodd, the gallant huntsman of the pack, 

 where, spreading away to the hill of Burnt Tom, 

 they hit off a cold drag, hunting it slowly but surely 

 past Yet Burn Spout and Upper Longhouse. At 

 this time we hear tailyho in the direction of 



