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A few appear on wheels that day. 

 And two have come by rail ; 

 But if I counted all who came, 

 'Twould make too long a tale. 



The Hounds were brought before the door, 



And gathered in a cluster ; 



Their eyes shone bright, 



High waved their sterns. 



Their coats all shone with lustre. 



The Master in the middle sits 

 Upon his mare " Gazette ;" 

 Says he, " The ground is very deep, 

 " But I'll be with em yet." 



Jack Shepherd, on the kicking mare, 

 Is eager for the fray; 

 And Harry Sinclair, second whip, 

 Is on the snorting grey. 



But time is up, so let us move, 

 Lead on to Wood of Dean ; 

 " Look out for riot," Harry, Jack ! 

 " For hounds are very keen." 



Then in they dash, and quest about, 

 A fox can never rest here ; 

 But hark ! a Hound two miles a-head ! 

 No matter that, «'Tis ' Nestor.'" * 



But now, a deep and solemn note 



Is heard within the wood : 



" 'Tis ' Roe,' " says Jack ; " 'Tis not," said I, 



" 'Tis ' Eorester,' the good." 



An incorrigible hare hunter, but afterwards turned out well. 



