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monkey was bucking about under the canvas. 

 The Colonel, seeing this, made a rush for the 

 tent, when he was hailed with " Be careful, 

 Colonel, that's the monkey, he has gnawed the 

 tent ropes." The officer was first taken out and 

 carried to the hospital tent for the night, the 

 servant next, both still fast asleep. Must have 

 had some deep somniferous draughts. The 

 monkey was led down the lines. Next morning, 

 monkey had marching orders and not to return. 

 The officer said, on leading him away, that he 

 was going to show him at the Crystal Palace. 

 Whether he did or not I never heard. That 

 was the last I saw of Mr. Monkey. 



A Song of the Wensleydale Hunt. 



By Mr. A. W. King. 



The Aysgarth Hounds are a noble pack 



And a-hunting they will go ; 

 Until they've killed they never come back 



When a-hunting they do go ; 



