OUR RUNS. 17 



CHAPTER 11. 



Twice-told Tales never before written. — A Curiosity in Natnrr.l 

 History. — The Fox who had lost his Tail. — Sir LeAven 

 Glynn in the Saddle.— A Model Fox Covert.— Five J\Iile?, 

 in Twelve Minutes. — Performances of old JohnWard's Pack. 

 — Testimonials of the Right Sort. — A Page from the LiLro 

 (VOro, 



" A southerly wind and a cloudy sky 



Proclaim a hunting morning ; 



Before the sun rises we nimbly fly. 



Dull sleep and a drowsy bed scorning. 

 To horse, my boys, to horse, away ! 

 The chase admits of no delay ; 

 On horseback we've got, together we'll trot, 

 On horseback we've got, together we'll trot. 

 Leave off your chat, see the cover appear ; 

 The hound that strikes first, cheer him without fear ; 

 Drag on him, ah I wind him, my steady good liounds ! 

 Drag on him, ah ! wind him, the cover resounds !" 



Old Song. 



I MIGHT fill volumes with our runs, Avhicli 

 would be of little interest to those iniacquainted 

 with our country ; but a few may l)e cursorily 



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