INTRODUCTORY CHAPTERS XVII 



The days of old when knights were bold 



Were re-enacted here. 

 On portico and down below 



The throng was gather'd near; 

 Each at his best to greet the guest 



From Gotham coming down. 

 Be first to spy and then to cry 



"Frank Forester's in town!" 



Adown the street the thrilling beat 



Of horses footfalls clear; 

 The carriage comes 'mid murm'ring hums, 



Then rings a rousing cheer! 

 'Tis not a myth, 'tis Harry Smith, 



Fam'd with horse, hound and horn, 

 And at his side in modest pride 



Rides "Archer," Freeman born. 



When all is done ere setting sun 



Has cast its final ray, 

 A boulder seen on village green 



Bears tribute long to stay : 

 There Herbert's name, his lasting fame, 



Inscrib'd, with portrait true. 

 Shall, morn and night, in shade and light. 



Express our homage due. 



Sketch by Frank Forester illustrating 

 feathers used for tying flies. Taken 

 from gold leaf decoration on the back 

 of his Fish and Fishing. 



