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hundred sliot lioles in his two thighs. He was 

 hunting again soon after Christmas, but one 

 leg pined very much, the nerve being damaged, 

 and he coukl only ride by balance, as he had 

 lost his grip through the injury. He died 

 in 1888. 



A Memory of September 7th, 1881. 



Meet, East Witton Fell, J.^o a.m. 



All hail the morn ! all hail the day ! 



And for the king of sports make way ; 



Shut up your flies, put by your rod, 



Go into the stable and look after your "quad." 



Get your saddle fit up with the Spence patent bar. 



So if you come a good cropper you wont be dragged far ; 



For much better it is to run after your nag 



Than heels up for his pleasure, he a mile you should drag. 



But a truce to this babble, get into your saddle. 

 And make your way up to the Fell ; 

 On this bright autumn morn, the note of the horn, 

 Is a sound we all dearly love well. 



Mr. Christie has landed and so has John Maughan, 

 And old Tommy Croft has been ready since dawn ; 

 So " Yoi ! " into covert, my bonny brave bitches, 

 For we don't care a rap for the hedges or ditches. 



