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is on the fcent — he feathers, yet ftill is doubtful 

 — 'tis right! how readily they join him! Seethofe 

 wide-cafting hounds, how they fly forward to re- 

 cover the ground they have lofl ! — Mind Light" 

 ?iing, how the dafhes ; and Mimgo, how he works 1 

 Old Franlic, too, now puflies forward; Ihe knows, 

 &s well as we, the fox is linking. 



*' r— Ha ! yet he flies, nor yields 



To black defpair. But one loofe more, and all 

 His wiles are vain. Hark ! thro' yon village now 

 The rattling clamour rings. The barns, the cots, 

 And leaflefs elms return the joyous founds. 

 Thro' ev'ry homeftall, and thro' ev'ry yard. 

 His midnight walks, panting, forlorn, he flies. 



SoM. 



Huntfman ! at fault at laft ? How far did you 

 bring the fcent ?— Have the hounds made their 

 own call } — Now make your's. You fee that 

 fheep-dog has courfed the fox; — get forward with 

 your hounds, and make a wide caft. 



Hark ! that halloo is indeed a lucky one. — If 

 we can hold him on, we may yet recover him ; 

 for a fox, fo much difirefled, mail flop at laft. 

 We fhall now fee if they will hunt as well as 

 run ; for there is but little fcent, and the impend- 

 ing cloud ftill makes that little, lefs. How they 

 enjoy the fcent ! — ^fee how bufy they aU are, and 

 haw each in his turn prevails \ 



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