HARK FORRARD! 115 



With what joy were the fixtures scanned by 

 the hunting' folk, and how one and all looked 

 forward to once more meeting the Mendale 

 hounds at the time-honoured fixture, Westbury. 



Tis the first of November, the opening day ; 



At Sudbury Coppice they've met : 

 There's a scent in the cover, the knowing ones say ; 



There's a fox for a fiver, I'll bet. 

 But it's Tally-ho, forrard away — 

 His line is for Potter's I'll lay : 



If you're game for a lark. 



There are pales in the park 

 Take a good lot of jumping, they say. 



And that is just what did happen. There was a 

 scent in the cover. In fact, as people rode to 

 the meet, they really felt that they might for 

 once venture to prophesy that there would be a 

 scent. Those who have hunted hounds, or ever 

 watched them carefully for some seasons, will 

 have noticed the difference in their behaviour 

 on a good or bad scenting day. On the former, 

 they dash into covert, as much as to say, ' There's 

 not a second to be lost ; ' on the latter they go 

 listlessly to work, as if they thought, ' Well, if 



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