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or be ignorant of, the conquest. On the other hand, if 

 there be too much of funeral parade, or, rather, of triumph 

 of victory, hounds may get weary of excitement, and 

 indifferent to the prize. The loud baying of an anxious 

 circle, restrained only by discipline from falling upon 

 and rending him to atoms ; the flourish of whips, the 

 sounding of horns, the screams of the huntsman, as he 

 rears above his head the mangled remnant of their law- 

 ful spoil, all form a scene which must be witnessed to 

 be understood and appreciated. With a Tally-ho — 



Tally-ho — Tally ho! he is thrown into the midst 



of their gaping jaws, and torn asunder well-nigh ere he 

 reaches earth. " Hey ! worry, worry ; hey ! tear him ;" 

 and in one minute nothing is left of him, but some 

 tougher morsel, which, borne about by some powerful 

 and wary hounds, affords matter of contention and 

 fierce debate. This is of short duration ; men turn 

 towards each other with looks and sentiments of satis- 

 faction ; all unite in praise of the pack, admitting that 

 they have well found, well hunted, and well killed the 

 fox of this day ; hoping that they may, and feeling 

 sure that they will, do as well with the next. 



" Now the stragglers come in, one by one, 

 Holla ! where, my dear fellow, were you 1 

 Bad luck, in the midst of the run, 



My poor little mare threw her shoe. 

 But where was that gemman in pink. 



Who swore at his tail we should look. 

 Not in the next parish, I think, 

 For he never got over the brook." 



Hunting Song. 



This attempt at the description of a run, is intended 



