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    SONGSOFACTION

    Contents:

    TheSongOfTheBowCremonaTheStormingPartyTheFrontierLineCorporalDick'sPromotionAForgottenTalePennarbyMineARoverChantyABalladOfTheRanksALayOfTheLinksTheDyingWhipMasterH.M.S.'Foudroyant'TheFarnshireCupTheGroom'sStoryWiththeChiddingfolds

    AHuntingMorningTheOldGrayFox'WareHolesTheHome-comingofthe'Eurydice'TheInnerRoomTheIrishColonelTheBlindArcherAParableATragedyThePassingTheFranklin'sMaidTheOldHuntsman

    THESONGOFTHEBOW

    Whatofthebow?ThebowwasmadeinEngland:Oftruewood,ofyew-wood,ThewoodofEnglishbows;SomenwhoarefreeLovetheoldyew-treeAndthelandwheretheyew-treegrows.

    Whatofthecord?ThecordwasmadeinEngland:Aroughcord,atoughcord,Acordthatbowmenlove;AndsowewillsingOfthehempenstringAndthelandwherethecordwaswove.

    Whatoftheshaft?

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    TheshaftwascutinEngland:Alongshaft,astrongshaft,Barbedandtrimandtrue;Sowe'lldrinkalltogetherTothegreygoose-featherAndthelandwherethegreygooseflew.

    Whatofthemark?Ah,seekitnotinEngland,Aboldmark,ouroldmarkIswaitingover-sea.Whenthestringsharpinchorus,Andthelionflagiso'erus,Itistherethatourmarkwillbe.

    Whatofthemen?ThemenwerebredinEngland:Thebowmen--theyeomen,Theladsofdaleandfell.Here'stoyou--andtoyou!TotheheartsthataretrueAndthelandwherethetrueheartsdwell.

    CREMONA

    [TheFrenchArmy,includingapartoftheIrishBrigade,underMarshalVilleroy,heldthefortifiedtownofCremonaduringthewinterof1702.PrinceEugene,withtheImperialArmy,surpriseditonemorning,and,owingtothetreacheryofapriest,occupiedthewholecitybeforethealarmwasgiven.Villeroywascaptured,togetherwithmanyoftheFrenchgarrison.TheIrish,however,consistingoftheregimentsofDillonandofBurke,heldafortcommandingtherivergate,anddefendedthemselvesallday,inspite

    ofPrinceEugene'seffortstowinthemovertohiscause.EventuallyEugene,beingunabletotakethepost,wascompelledtowithdrawfromthecity.]

    TheGrenadiersofAustriaarepropermenandtall;TheGrenadiersofAustriahavescaledthecitywall;TheyhavemarchedfromfarawayErethedawningoftheday,AndthemorningsawthemmastersofCremona.

    There'snotamantowhisper,there'snotahorsetoneigh;OfthefootmenofLorraineandtheridersofDupres,Theyhavecreptupeverystreet,

    Inthemarket-placetheymeet,TheyareholdingeveryvantageinCremona.

    TheMarshalVilleroyhehasstartedfromhisbed;TheMarshalVilleroyhasnowiguponhishead;'Ihavelostmymen!'quothhe,'Andmymentheyhavelostme,AndIsorelyfearwebothhavelostCremona.'

    PrinceEugeneofAustriaisinthemarket-place;

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    PrinceEugeneofAustriahassmilesuponhisface;Sayshe,'Ourworkisdone,FortheCitadeliswon,Andtheblackandyellowflagflieso'erCremona.'

    MajorDanO'Mahonyisinthebarracksquare,AndjustsixhundredIrishladsarewaitingforhimthere;Sayshe,'Comeinyourshirt,Andyouwon'ttakeanyhurt,ForthemorningairispleasantinCremona.'

    MajorDanO'Mahonyisatthebarrackgate,AndjustsixhundredIrishladswillneitherstaynorwait;There'sDillonandthere'sBurke,Andthere'llbesomebloodyworkEretheKaiserlicsshallboasttheyholdCremona.

    MajorDanO'Mahonyhasreachedtheriverfort,AndjustsixhundredIrishladsarejoininginthesport;'Come,takeahand!'sayshe,'Andifyouwillstandbyme,Thenit'sglorytothemanwhotakesCremona!'

    PrinceEugeneofAustriahasfrownsuponhisface,

    AndloudhecallshisGalloperofIrishbloodandrace:'MacDonnell,ride,Ipray,Toyourcountrymen,andsayThatonlytheyareleftinallCremona!'

    MacDonnellhehasreinedhismarebesidetheriverdyke,Andhehastiedtheparleyflaguponasergeant'spike;SixcompanieswerethereFromLimerickandClare,ThelastofalltheguardiansofCremona.

    'Now,MajorDanO'Mahony,giveuptherivergate,Or,MajorDanO'Mahony,you'llfinditistoolate;

    ForwhenIgallopback'Tisthesignalforattack,AndnoquarterfortheIrishinCremona!'

    AndMajorDanhelaughed:'Faith,ifwhatyousaybetrue,Andiftheywillnotcomeuntiltheyhearagainfromyou,Thentherewillbenoattack,Foryou'renevergoingback,Andwe'llkeepyousnugandsafelyinCremona.'

    AllthewearydaytheGermanstormerscame,Allthewearydaytheywerefacedbyfireandflame,Theyhavefilledtheditchwithdead,

    Andtheriver'srunningred;ButtheycannotwinthegatewayofCremona.

    Allthewearyday,again,again,again,ThehorsemenofDupresandthefootmenofLorraine,TaafeandHerberstein,AndtheridersoftheRhine;It'samightypricethey'repayingforCremona.

    Timeandtimetheycamewiththedeep-mouthedGermanroar,

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    Timeandtimetheybrokelikethewaveupontheshore;ForbettermenwerethereFromLimerickandClare,AndwhowilltakethegatewayofCremona?

    PrinceEugenehaswatched,andhegnawshisnetherlip;PrinceEugenehascursedashesawhischancesslip:'Calloff!Calloff!'hecried,'Itisnearingeventide,AndIfearourworkisfinishedinCremona.'

    SaysWauchoptoMcAulliffe,'Theirfireisgrowingslack.'SaysMajorDanO'Mahony,'Itistheirlastattack;ButwhowillstopthegameWhilethere'slighttoplaythesame,AndtowalkashortwaywiththemfromCremona?'

    Andsotheysnarlbehindthem,andbegthemturnandcome,TheyhavetakenNeuberg'sstandard,theyhavetakenDiak'sdrum;AndalongthewindingPo,Beardonshoulder,sternandslowTheKaiserlicsareridingfromCremona.

    JusttwohundredIrishladsareshoutingonthewall;

    Fourhundredmorearelyingwhocanhearnoslogancall;Butwhat'stheoddsofthat,Forit'sallthesametoPatIfhepayshisdebtinDublinorCremona.

    SaysGeneraldeVaudray,'You'vedoneasoldier'swork!AndeverytongueinFranceshalltalkofDillonandofBurke!Askwhatyouwillthisday,Andbeitwhatitmay,ItisgrantedtotheheroesofCremona.'

    'Why,then,'saysDanO'Mahony,'onefavourweentreat,Wewerecalledalittleearly,andourtoilet'snotcomplete.

    We'venoquarrelwiththeshirt,Butthebreecheswouldn'thurt,FortheeveningairischillyinCremona.'

    THESTORMINGPARTY

    SaidPaulLeroytoBarrow,'Thoughthebreachissteepandnarrow,Ifweonlygainthesummit

    Thenit'soddsweholdthefort.Ihavetenandyouhavetwenty,Andthethirtyshouldbeplenty,WithHendersonandHentyAndMcDermottinsupport.'

    SaidBarrowtoLeroy,'It'sasolidjob,myboy,Forthey'veflankedit,andthey'vebankedit,Andthey'veboreditwithamine.

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    Butit'sonlyfiftypacesErewelooktheminthefaces;Andthemenareintheirplaces,Withtheirtoesupontheline.'

    SaidPaulLeroytoBarrow,'Seethatfirstray,likeanarrow,HowittingesallthefringesOfthesullendriftingskies.TheytoldmetobeginitAtfive-thirtytotheminute,Andatthirty-oneI'minit,Ormysubwillgethisrise.

    'Sowe'llwaitthesignalrocket,Till...Barrow,showthatlocket,Thatturquoise-studdedlocket,WhichyouslippedfromoutyourpocketAndarepressingwithakiss!Turquoise-studded,spiral-twisted,Itishers!AndIhadmisseditFromherchain;andyouhavekissedit:Barrow,villain,whatisthis?'

    'Leroy,Ihadawarning,Thatmytimehascomethismorning,SoIspeakwithfrankness,scorningTodenythethingthat'strue.Yes,it'sAmy's,isthetrinket,Littleturquoise-studdedtrinket,Nothergift--oh,neverthinkit!Forherthoughtswereallforyou.

    'AswedancedIgentlydrewitFromherchain--sheneverknewitButIloveher--yes,Iloveher:Iamcandid,Iconfess.

    ButInevertoldher,never,ForIknew'twasvainendeavour,Andshelovedyou--lovedyouever,WouldtoGodshelovedyouless!'

    'Barrow,Barrow,youshallpayme!Me,yourcomrade,tobetrayme!WellIknowthatlittleAmyIsastrueaswifecanbe.Shetogivethislove-badgedlocket!Shehadrather...Ha,therocket!Hi,McDougall!Soundthebugle!Yorkshires,Yorkshires,followme!'

    ***

    SaidPaulLeroytoAmy,'Well,wifie,youmayblameme,Formypassionovercameme,Whenhetoldmeofhisshame;ButwhenIsawhimlying,Deadamidaringofdying,Why,poordevil,Iwastrying

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    Toforget,andnottoblame.

    'Andthislocket,IunclaspeditFromthefingersthatstillgraspedit:Hetoldmehowhegotit,Howhestoleitinavalse.'Andshelistenedleaden-hearted:Oh,thewearydaytheyparted!Forshelovedhim--yes,shelovedhim-Forhisyouthandforhistruth,Andforthosedyingwords,sofalse.

    THEFRONTIERLINE

    Whatmarksthefrontierline?ThoumanofIndia,say!IsittheHimalayassheer,TherocksandvalleysofCashmere,OrIndusassheseeksthesouthFromAttochtothefivefoldmouth?

    'Notthat!Notthat!'Thenanswerme,Ipray!Whatmarksthefrontierline?

    Whatmarksthefrontierline?ThoumanofBurmah,speak!IsittracedfromMandalay,AnddownthemarchesofCathay,FromBhamosouthtoKiang-mai,Andwheretheburiedrubieslie?'Notthat!Notthat!'ThentellmewhatIseek:Whatmarksthefrontierline?

    Whatmarksthefrontierline?ThouAfricander,say!IsitshownbyZulukraal,ByDrakensbergorwindingVaal,OrwheretheShirewatersseekTheiroutleteastatMozambique?'Notthat!Notthat!ThereisasurerwayTomarkthefrontierline.'

    Whatmarksthefrontierline?ThoumanofEgypt,tell!

    IsittracedonLuxor'ssand,WhereKarnak'spaintedpillarsstand,OrwheretheriverrunsbetweenTheEthiopandBishareen?'Notthat!Notthat!ByneitherstreamnorwellWemarkthefrontierline.

    'Butbeiteastorwest,Onecommonsignwebear,

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    Thetonguemaychange,thesoil,thesky,ButwhereyourBritishbrotherslie,Thelonelycairn,thenamelessgrave,StillfringetheflowingSaxonwave.'Tisthat!'TiswhereTHEYlie--themenwhoplaceditthere,Thatmarksthefrontierline.'

    CORPORALDICK'SPROMOTIONABALLADOF'82

    TheEasterndaywaswell-nigho'erWhen,parchedwiththirstandtravelsore,TwoofMcPherson'sflankingcorpsAcrosstheDesertweretramping.TheyhadwanderedofffromthebeatentrackAndnowwerewearilyharkingback,EverstaringroundforthesignaljackThatmarkedtheircomradescamping.

    TheonewasCorporalRobertDick,Beardedandburly,shortandthick,Roughofspeechandintemperquick,Ahard-facedoldrapscallion.Theother,freshfromthebarracksquare,Wasarawrecruit,smooth-cheekedandfairHalfgrown,halfdrilled,withtheweedyairOfadraftfromthehomebattalion.

    Wearyandparchedandhunger-torn,Theyhadwanderedonfromearlymorn,Andtheyoungboy-soldierlimpedforlorn,Nowstumblingandnowfalling.

    Aroundtheorangesand-curveslay,Fleckedwithboulders,blackorgrey,Death-silent,savethatfarawayAkitewasshrillycalling.

    Akite?WasTHATakite?TheyellThatshrillyroseandfaintlyfell?Nokite's,andyetthekiteknowswellThelong-drawnwildhalloo.AndrightathwarttheeveningskyTheyellowsand-sprayspurtledhigh,AndshrillandshrillerswelledthecryOf'Allah!Allahu!'

    TheCorporalpeeredatthecrimsonWest,Hidhispipeinhiskhakivest.Growledoutanoathandonwardpressed,Stillglancingoverhisshoulder.'Bedouins,mate!'hecurtlysaid;'We'llfindsomeworkforsteelandlead,Andmaybesleepinasandybed,Beforewe'reonehourolder.

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    'Butjustoneflutterbeforewe'redone.Stiffenyourlipandstand,myson;We'lltakethisbloomin'circuson:Ball-cartridgeload!Now,steady!'Withacurseandaprayerthetwofacedround,Doggedandgrimtheystoodtheirground,Andtheirbreech-blockssnappedwithacrispcleansoundAstheriflessprangtothe'ready.'

    AlasfortheEmirAliKhan!Ahundredpacesbeforehisclan,Thatebonysteedoftheprophet'sbreedIsthefoalofdeathandofdanger.Aspurtoffire,agaspofpain,Ablueishblurrontheyellowplain,Thechiefwasdown,andhisbridlereinWasinthegripofthestranger.

    Withthelightofhopeonhisruggedface,TheCorporalsprangtothedeadman'splace,Oneprickwiththesteel,onethrustwiththeheel,Andwherewasthemantooutridehim?Agripofhisknees,atossofhisrein,Hewassettlingherdowntohergallopagain,

    Whenhestopped,forheheardjustonefalteringwordFromtheyoungrecruitbesidehim.

    Onefalteringwordfrompaltopal,ButitfoundtheheartoftheCorporal.Hehadsprungtothesand,hehadlenthimahand,'Up,mate!They'llbe'ereinaminute;Offwithyou!Nopalaver!Go!I'llbidebe'indandrunthisshow.Promotionhasbeencursedslow,Andthisismychancetowinit.'

    Intothesaddlehethrusthimquick,

    Spurredtheblackmarewithabayonetprick.WatchedhergallopwithplungeandwithkickAwayo'erthedesertcareering.Thenheturnedwithasoftenedface,Andloosenedthestrapofhiscartridge-case,WhilehisthoughtsflewbacktothedearoldplaceInthesunnyHampshireclearing.

    Theyoungboy-private,glancingback,SawtheBedouins'wildattack,AndheardthesharpMartinicrack.Butashegazed,alreadyThefiercefanaticArabband

    Wasclosinginoneveryhand,Untilonetawnyswirlofsand,Concealedtheminitseddy.

    ***

    AsquadronofBritishhorsethatnight,Gallopinghardintheshadowylight,Cameonthesceneofthatlaststernfight,AndfoundtheCorporallying

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    Silentandgrimonthetrampledsand,Hisriflegraspedinhisstiffenedhand,Withthewarriorprideofonewhodied'Midaringofthedeadandthedying.

    Andstillwhentwilightshadowsfall,Aftertheeveningbuglecall,Inbivouacorinbarrack-hall,HiscomradesspeakoftheCorporal,Hisdeathandhisdevotion.AndtherearesomewholiketosayThatperhapsahiddenmeaninglayInthewordshespoke,andthatthedayWhenhisroughboldspiritpassedawayWASthedaythathewonpromotion.

    AFORGOTTENTALE

    [Thesceneofthisancientfight,recordedbyFroissart,isstillcalled'AlturadelosInglesos.'Fivehundredyearslater

    Wellington'ssoldierswerefightingonthesameground.]

    'Say,whatsawyouonthehill,CampesinoGarcia?''Isawmybrindledheiferthere,Atrailofbowmen,spentandbare,AndalittlemanonasorrelmareRidingslowbeforethem.'

    'Say,whatsawyouinthevale,CampesinoGarcia?''ThereIsawmylambingeweAndanarmyridingthrough,

    ThickandbravethepennonsflewFromthelanceso'erthem.'

    'Thenwhatsawyouonthehill,CampesinoGarcia?''Isawbesidethemilkingbyre,Whitewithwantandblackwithmire,ThelittlemanwitheyesafireMarshallinghisbowmen.'

    'Thenwhatsawyouinthevale,CampesinoGarcia?''ThereIsawmybullockstwain,

    AndamidmyuncutgrainAllthehardymenofSpainSpurringfortheirfoemen.'

    'Nay,butthereismoretotell,CampesinoGarcia!''Icouldnotbidetheendtoview;IhadgraverthingstodoTendingonthelambingeweDownamongtheclover.'

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    'Ah,buttellmewhatyouheard,CampesinoGarcia!''Shoutingfromthemountain-side,Shoutinguntileventide;ButitdwindledanditdiedEremilkingtimewasover.'

    'Nay,butsawyounothingmore,CampesinoGarcia?''Yes,Isawthemlyingthere,Thelittlemanandsorrelmare;Andintheirranksthebowmenfair,Withtheirstavesbeforethem.'

    'AndthehardymenofSpain,CampesinoGarcia?''Hush!butweareSpanishtoo;MoreImaynotsaytoyou:MayGod'sbenison,likedew,Gentlysettleo'erthem.'

    PENNARBYMINE

    Pennarbyshaftisdarkandsteep,Eightfootwide,eighthundreddeep.Stoutthebucketandtoughthecord,StrongasthearmofWinchmanFord.'Neverlookdown!Sticktotheline!'ThatwasthesayingatPennarbymine.

    AstrangercametoPennarbyshaft.

    Lord,toseehowtheminerslaughed!Whiteinthecollarandstiffinthehat,Withhispatentbootsandhissilkcravat,Pickinghisway,Daintyandfine,SteppingontiptoetoPennarbymine.

    TouringfromLondon,sohesaid.Wasitcoppertheydugfor?orgold?orlead?Wheredidtheyfindit?Howdiditcome?IfhetriedwithashovelmightHEgetsome?StoopingsomuchWasbadforthespine;

    Andwasn'titwarmishinPennarbymine?

    'Twasliketwoworldsthatmetthatday-Theworldofworkandtheworldofplay;AndthegrimyladsfromthereekingshaftNudgedeachotherandgrinnedandchaffed.'Got'emallout!''Acousinofmine!'SoranthebanteratPennarbymine.

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    AndCarnbraeBob,thePennarbywit,Toldhimthefactsaboutthepit:HowtheyboredtheshafttillthebrimstonesmellWarnedthemofffromtapping--well,Hewouldn'tsaywhat,ButtheytookitassignTodignodeeperinPennarbymine.

    Thenleaningoverandpeeringin,HewaspointingoutwhathesaidwastinIntheten-footlode--acrash!ajar!Agraspinghandandasplinteredbar.Goneinhisstrength,Withthelipsthatlaughed-Oh,thepalefacesroundPennarbyshaft!

    Fardownonanarrowledge,Theysawhimclingtothecrumblingedge.'Waitforthebucket!Hi,man!Stay!Thatropeain'tsafe!It'swornaway!He'stakinghischance,Slackouttheline!SweetLordbewithhim!'criedPennarbymine.

    'He'sgothim!Hehashim!Pullwithawill!ThankGod!He'soverandbreathingstill.Andhe--Lord'ssakesnow!What'sthat?Well!Blowedifitain'tourLondonswell.YourheartisrightIfyourcoatISfine:Giveusyourhand!'criedPennarbymine.

    AROVERCHANTY

    AtradersailedfromStepneytown-Wakeherup!Shakeherup!Tryherwiththemainsail!AtradersailedfromStepneytownWithakegfullofgoldandavelvetgown:Ho,thebullyroverJack,WaitingwithhisyardabackOutupontheLowlandsea!

    Thetraderhehadadaughterfair-Wakeherup!Shakeherup!TryherwiththeforesailThetraderhehadadaughterfair,Shehadgoldinherears,andgoldinherhair:

    AllforbullyroverJack,Waitingwithhisyardaback,OutupontheLowlandsea!

    'Alastheday,ohdaughtermine!'-Shakeherup!Wakeherup!Tryherwiththetopsail!'Alastheday,ohdaughtermine!Yonred,redflagisafearsomesign!'Ho,thebullyroverJack,Reachingontheweathertack,

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    OutupontheLowlandsea!

    'Afearsomeflag!'themaidencried-Wakeherup!Shakeherup!Tryherwiththejibsail!'Afearsomeflag!'themaidencried,ButcomeliermenIneverhavespied!'Ho,thebullyroverJack,Reachingontheweathertack,OutupontheLowlandsea!

    There'sawoodenpaththattheroversknow-Wakeherup!Shakeherup!Tryherwiththeheadsails!There'sawoodenpaththattheroversknow,Wherenonecomeback,thoughmanymustgo:Ho,thebullyroverJack,Lyingwithhisyardaback,OutupontheLowlandsea!

    WhereisthetraderofStepneytown?-Wakeherup!Shakeherup!Everysticka-bending!WhereisthetraderofStepneytown?There'sgoldonthecapstan,andbloodonthegown:HoforbullyroverJack,Waitingwithhisyardaback,

    OutupontheLowlandsea!

    Whereisthemaidenwhokneltathisside?-Wakeherup!Shakeherup!Everystitcha-drawing!Whereisthemaidenwhokneltathisside?Wegownedherinscarlet,andchoseherourbride:Ho,thebullyroverJack,Reachingontheweathertack,RightacrosstheLowlandsea!

    Soit'supanditsovertoStornowayBay,Packiton!Crackiton!Tryherwiththestunsails!It'soffonabowlinetoStornowayBay,

    Wheretheliquorisgoodandthelassesaregay:WaitingfortheirbullyJack,Watchingforhimsailingback,RightacrosstheLowlandsea.

    ABALLADOFTHERANKS

    Whocarriesthegun?AladfromovertheTweed.

    Thenlethimgo,forwellweknowHecomesofasoldierbreed.Sodrinktogethertorockandheather,Outwherethereddeerrun,AndstandasideforScotland'spride-Themanthatcarriesthegun!FortheColonelridesbefore,TheMajor'sontheflank,TheCaptainsandtheAdjutantAreintheforemostrank.

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    Butwhenit's'Actionfront!'Andfighting'stobedone,Comeone,comeall,youstandorfallBythemanwhoholdsthegun.

    Whocarriesthegun?AladfromaYorkshiredale.Thenlethimgo,forwellweknowTheheartthatneverwillfail.Here'stothefireofLancashire,Andhere'stohersoldierson!Forthehard-bitnorthhassenthimforth-Theladthatcarriesthegun.

    Whocarriesthegun?AladfromaMidlandshire.Thenlethimgo,forwellweknowHecomesofanEnglishsire.Here'saglasstoaMidlandlass,Andeachcanchoosetheone,ButeastandwestweclaimthebestForthemanthatcarriesthegun.

    Whocarriesthegun?

    AladfromthehillsofWales.Thenlethimgo,forwellweknow,ThatTaffyishardasnails.Thereareseveralll'sintheplacewherehedwells,Andofw'smorethanone,Witha'Llan'anda'pen,'butitbreedsgoodmen,Andit'stheywhocarrythegun.

    Whocarriesthegun?Aladfromthewindywest.Thenlethimgo,forwellweknowThatheisoneofthebest.There'sBristolrough,andGloucestertough,

    AndDevonyieldstonone.OryoumaygetinSomersetYourladtocarrythegun.

    Whocarriesthegun?AladfromLondontown.Thenlethimgo,forwellweknowThestuffthatneverbacksdown.Hehaslearnedtojokeatthepowdersmoke,Forheisthefog-smoke'sson,Andhisheartislightandhispluckisright-Themanwhocarriesthegun.

    Whocarriesthegun?AladfromtheEmeraldIsle.Thenlethimgo,forwellweknow,We'vetriedhimmanyawhile.We'vetriedhimeast,we'vetriedhimwest,We'vetriedhimseaandland,ButthemantobeatoldErin'sbestHasneveryetbeenplanned.

    Whocarriesthegun?

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    It'syou,andyou,andyou;Soletusgo,andwewon'tsaynoIftheygiveusajobtodo.Herewestandwithacross-linkedhand,Comradeseveryone;Soonelastcup,anddrinkitupTothemanwhocarriesthegun!FortheColonelridesbefore,TheMajor'sontheflank,TheCaptainsandtheAdjutantAreintheforemostrank.Andwhenit's'Actionfront!'Andthere'sfightingtobedone,Comeone,comeall,youstandorfallBythemanwhoholdsthegun.

    ALAYOFTHELINKS

    It'supandawayfromourworkto-day,Forthebreezesweepsoverthedown;

    Andit'sheyforagamewherethegorseblossomsflame,Andthebrackenisbronzingtobrown.Withtheturf'neathourtreadandtheblueoverhead,Andthesongofthelarkinthewhin;There'stheflagandthegreen,withthebunkersbetween-Nowwillyoubeoverorin?

    Thedoctormaycome,andwe'llteachhimtoknowAteewherenotannincanlurk;Thesoldiermaycome,andwe'llpromisetoshowSomehazardsasoldiermayshirk;Thestatesmanmayjoke,ashetopseverystroke,Thatatlastheishighinhisaims;

    AndtheclubmanwillstandwithaclubinhishandThatiswortheveryclubinSt.James'.

    Thepalmandtheleathercomerarelytogether,Grippingthedriver'shaft,Andit'sgoodtofeelthejarofthesteelAndthespringofthehickoryshaft.Whytroubleorseekforthepraiseofaclique?Acleekhereiscommontoall;AndtheliethatmightstingisaverysmallthingWhencomparedwiththelieoftheball.

    Comeyouthandcomeage,fromthestudyorstage,

    FromBarorfromBench--highandlow!Agreenyoumustuseasacurefortheblues-Youdrivethemawayasyougo.We'reoutwardboundonalong,longround,Andit'stimetobeupandaway:Ifworryandsorrowcomebackwiththemorrow,Atleastwe'llbehappyto-day.

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    THEDYINGWHIP

    Itcamefromgettin''eated,thatwas'owthethingbegun,And'ackin'backtokennelsfromaninety-minuterun;'IguessI'vecoppedbrownchitis,'saysItobrotherJack,An'thenaforeIknoweditIwasdownuponmyback.

    Atnighttherecameasweatin'asleftmedeadlyweak,Andmythroatwassortofticklyan'it'urtmefortospeak;An'thentherecamean'ackin'coughaswouldn'tleavealone,An'thenaforeIknoweditIwasonlyskinandbone

    Ineverwasa'eavyweight.Iscaledatsevenfour,An'rodeateight,ormaybeatjustatriflemore;AndnowI'llstakemydavyIwouldn'tscaleatfive,AndI'd'oldmyownatcatch-weightswiththeskinniestjockalive.

    AndthedoctorsaysthereasonwhyIsitan'coughanwheezeIsallalongo'varmint,likethecheese-mitesinthecheese;Thesmallestkindo'varmint,butvarmintallthesame,Microscopesorsomethin'--Iforgetthevarmints'name.

    ButIknowsasI'magoner.Theyneversaidasmuch,ButIreadsthepeople'sfaces,andIknowsasIamsuch;Well,there's'Ursttomindthe'orsesandthe'oundscanlooktoJack,Though'eneverwasapatchonmein'andlin'ofapack.

    You'llmaybethinkI'mboastin',butyou'llfindtheyallagreeThatthere'snotawhipinSurreyascan'andle'oundslikeme;ForIknew'emallfrompuppies,andI'dtell'emwithoutfail-IfIseedataila-waggin',Icouldtellwhowaggedthetail.

    Andvoices--why,Lor'loveyou,it'smorethanIcan'elp,Itjustcomeskindofnaturaltoknoweachwhinean'yelp;

    Youmighttakethemtwentycouplewhereyouwillandlet'emrun,An'I'dlistenbythecoversideandname'emonebyone.

    Isayit'skindofnatural,forsinceIwasabratInevercaredforreadin'books,orfancythingslikethat;Butgiveme'oundsand'orsesan'Iwasquitecontent,An'Ilovedtoear'emtalkin'andtowonderwhattheymeant.

    Andwhenthe'ydrophobycamefiveyearagonextMay,WhenNailerwasbe'avin'inamostowdaciousway,Ifixed'imso's'ecouldn'tbite,my'andsonneckan'back,An'I'eaved'imfromthekennels,andtheysayIsavedthepack.

    An'whentheMaster'eardofit,'eupan'says,says'e,'Ifthatchapwereasoldierman,they'dgive'imtheV.C.'Whichissomekinda'medalwhattheygivetosoldiermen;An'MastersaidifIweresuchIwould'a'gotitthen.

    Parsonbrought'isBibleandcometoreadtome;''Avewhatyoulike,there'severythinkwithinthisBook,'says'e.SaysI,'They'veleftthe'orsesout!'Says'e,'Youaremistook;'An''eupan'reada'eapofthingsaboutthemfromtheBook.

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    Andsomeofitamazin'fine;althoughI'mfittoswearNo'orsewouldeversay'Ah,ah!'sameastheysaiditthere.Per'apsitwasan'Ebrew'orsethechap'adinhismind,ButInever'eardanEnglish'orsesaynothin'ofthekind.

    Parsonisagood'un.I'veknown'imfromalad;'Twasmeastaught'imridin',an''eridesuncommonbad;Andhesays--But'arkan'listen!There'san'orn!I'earditblow;Pulltheblindfromoffthewinder!Propmeup,and'oldmeso.

    They'redrawin'theblack'anger,justasidetheSquire'sgrounds.'Arkandlisten!'Arkandlisten!There'stheyappin'ofthe'ounds:There'sFannyandBeltinker,andI'earoldBoxercall;YouseeIwasn'tboastin'whenIsaidIknew'emall.

    Letmesitan''oldthebedrail!NowIsee'emastheypass:There'sSquireupontheMidlandmare,agood'unonthegrass;Butthisisclosishcountry,andyouwantsaclever'orseWhen'alfthetimeyou'reinthewoodsan''alfamongthegorse.

    'ArktoJacka'ollering--a-bleatin'likealamb.Youwouldn'tthinkitnow,perhaps,toseethethingIam;Buttherewasatimetheladiesusedtolingeratthemeet

    Justto'earmecallin'inthewoods:mycallin'wassosweet.

    Iseethecrossroadscorner,withthefieldawaitin'there,There'sPurcellon'ispiebald'orse,an'Doctoronthemare,AndtheMasteron'isirongrey;sheisn'tmuchtolook,ButIseed'erdocleantwentyfootacrossthe'eathlybrook.

    There'sCaptainKanean'McIntyrean''alfadozenmore,Andtwoorthreeare'untin'whomIneverseedafore;Likely-lookin'chapstheybe,wellgroomedand'orsedanddressed-Iwishtheycould'aseenthepackwhenitwasatitsbest.

    It'sacheck,andtheyaredrawin'downthecoppiceforascent,

    Youcanseeasthey'vebeenrunnin',forthe'orsestheyarespent;I'lllaythefoxwillbreakthisway,downwindassureasfate,An'ifhedoesyou'llseethefieldcomepoundin'throughourgate.

    But,Maggie,what'sthatslinkin'besidethecover?--See!Nowit'sinthecloverfield,andgoin'fastan'free,It's'im,andtheydon'tsee'im.It's'im!'Alloo!'Alloo!Mybrokenwindwon'truntoit--I'llleavethejobtoyou.

    TherenowI'earthemusic,andIknowthey'reonhistrack;Oh,watch'em,Maggie,watch'em!Ain'ttheyjustalovelypack!I'venursed'emthroughdistemper,an'I'vetrainedan'broke'emin,An'my'eartitjustgoesouttothemasiftheywasmykin.

    Well,allthings'asanendin',asI've'eardtheparsonsay,The'orseiscast,an'the'oundispast,an'the'unter'as'isday;Butmydaywasyesterday,solaymedownagain.Youcandrawthecurtain,Maggie,rightacrossthewinderpane.

    MASTER

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    Masterwenta-hunting,Whentheleaveswerefalling;Wesawhimonthebridlepath,Weheardhimgailycalling.'Ohmaster,master,comeyouback,ForIhavedreamedadreamsoblack!'Aglintofsteelfrombitandheel,Thechestnutcanteredfaster;Aredflashseenamidthegreen,Andsogood-byetomaster.

    Mastercamefromhunting,Twosilentcomradesborehim;Hiseyesweredim,hisfacewaswhite,Themarewasledbeforehim.'Oh,master,master,isitthusThatyouhavecomeagaintous?'Iheldmylady'sice-coldhand,Theyborethehurdlepasther;Whyshouldtheygososoftandslow?Itmattersnottomaster.

    H.M.S.'FOUDROYANT'

    [BeinganhumbleaddresstoHerMajesty'sNavaladvisers,whosoldNelson'soldflagshiptotheGermansforathousandpounds.]

    WhosaystheNation'spurseislean,Whofearsforclaimorbondordebt,WhenallthegloriesthathavebeenArescheduledasacashasset?

    Iftimesareblackandtradeisslack,Ifcoalandcottonfailatlast,We'vesomethinglefttobarteryet-Ourgloriouspast.

    There'smanyacryptinwhichlieshidThedustofstatesmanorofking;There'sShakespeare'shometoraiseabid,AndMilton'shouseitspricewouldbring.WhatfortheswordthatCromwelldrew?WhatforPrinceEdward'scoatofmail?WhatforourSaxonAlfred'stomb?They'reallforsale!

    AndstoneandmarblemaybesoldWhichservenopresentdailyneed;There'sEdward'sWindsor,labelledold,AndWolsey'spalace,guaranteed.St.ClementDanesandfiftyfanes,TheTowerandtheTemplegrounds;Howmuchforthese?Justpricethem,please,InBritishpounds.

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    Youhucksters,haveyoustilltolearn,Thethingswhichmoneywillnotbuy?Canyounotreadthat,coldandsternAswemaybe,therestilldoeslieDeepinourheartsahungryloveForwhatconcernsourislandstory?Wesellourwork--perchanceourlives,Butnotourglory.

    Gobartertotheknacker'syardThesteedthathasoutliveditstime!SendhungrytothepauperwardThemanwhoservedyouinhisprime!ButwhenyoutouchtheNation'sstore,Bebroadyourmindandtightyourgrip.Takeheed!AndbringusbackoncemoreOurNelson'sship.

    AndifnomooringcanbefoundInallourharboursnearorfar,Thentowtheoldthree-deckerroundTowherethedeep-seasoundingsare;There,withherpennonflyingclear,Andwithherensignlashedpeakhigh,

    Sinkherathousandfathomssheer.Thereletherlie!

    THEFARNSHIRECUP

    ChristopherDaviswasupuponMavisAndSammyMacGregoronFlo,JoChauncyrodeSpider,therankestoutsider,ButHE'Dmakeawoodenhorsego.

    TherewasRobinandLeahandBoadicea,AndChesterfield'sSonoftheSea;AndIrishNuneaton,whoneverwasbeaten,Theybackedheratseventothree.

    Thecoursewasthedevil!Astartonthelevel,Andthenastiffbreatheruphill;Abankatthetopwithafour-footdrop,Andabullfinchdownbythemill.AstretchofstraightfromtheWhittleseagate,Thenupanddownandup;AndthemountsthatstaythroughFarnshireclayMaybidfortheFarnshireCup.

    Thetipstersweretouting,thebookieswereshouting'Barone,barone,barone!'WithaglintandaglimmerofsilkenshimmerThefieldshonebrightinthesun,WhenFarmerBrowncameridingdown:'Ihain'tmuchtimetospare,ButI'veenteredhername,soI'llplayoutthegame,Onthebacko'myoldgraymare.

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    'Youneverwouldthink'erathoroughbredclinker,There'sneverajudgethatwould;Eachlegbe'ind'asasplint,you'llfind,Andtheforearenonetoogood.Sheroarsabit,andshedon'tlookfit,She'smoulted'alf'er'air;But--'Hesmiledinawaythatseemedtosay,Thatheknewthatoldgraymare.

    Andthebookieslaughedandthebookieschaffed,'Whobacksthemare?'criedthey.'Ahundredtoone!''It'sdone--anddone!''We'lltakethatpriceallday.''Whatifthemareissheddinghair!Whatifhereyeiswild!WereadherworthandherpedigreebirthInthesmilethatherownersmiled.'

    AndthewhispergrewandthewhisperflewThatshecameofIsonomystock.'Fiftytoone!''It'sdone--anddone!Lookatherhaunchandhock!Ill-groomed!Whyyes,butonemayguessThatthatisherowner'sguile.'

    Ah,FarmerBrown,thesharpsfromtown,Havereadyoursimplesmile!

    They'veweighedhimin.'Nowloseorwin,I'vemoneyatstakethisday;Gee-long,mysweet,andifwe'rebeat,We'llbothdoallwemay!'Hejoinstherest,theylineabreast,'BackLeah!Mavisup!'Theflagisdippedandthefieldisslipped,FullsplitfortheFarnshireCup.

    ChristopherDavisisleadingonMavis,

    SpideriswaitingonFlo;BoadiceaisgainingonLeah,IrishNuneatonlieslow;Robinistailing,hiswindhasbeenfailing,SonoftheSea'sgoingfast:Socrackonthepaceforit'sanyone'srace,Andthewinner'sthehorsethatcanlast.

    Chestnutandbay,andsorrelandgray,Seehowtheyglimmerandgleam!Bendingandstraining,andlosingandgaining,Silkjacketsflutterandstream;Theyareoverthegrassasthecloudshadowspass,

    Theyareuptothefenceatthetop;It's'heythen!'andover,andintotheclover,Therewasn'toneslipatthedrop.

    Theyareallgoingstill;theyareroundbythemill,TheyaredownbytheWhittleseagate;Leah'scomplaining,andMavisisgaining,AndFlo'scatchingupinthestraight.Robin'sgonewrong,buttheSpiderrunsstrong,Hestickstotheleaderlikewax;

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    Anutteroutsider,butlookathisrider-JoChauncy,thepickofthecracks!

    Robinwastailingandpeckedatapaling,Leah'sgoneweakinherfeet;Boadiceacamedownattherailing,SonoftheSeaisdeadbeat.Leathertoleather,they'repoundingtogether,Threeofthemallinarow;AndIrishNuneaton,whoneverwasbeaten,IslevelwithSpiderandFlo.

    It'sintothestraightfromtheWhittleseagate,Cleangallopingoverthegreen,ButfourfoothighthehurdleslieWithasunkenditchbetween.'Tisabitofatestforabeastatitsbest,Andthedevilandallatitsworst;Butit'sclearruninwiththeCuptowinForthehorsethatisoveritfirst.

    Sotryit,mybeauties,andflyit,mybeauties,Spider,Nuneaton,andFlo;Withatripandablunderthere'soneofthemunder,

    Harktoitcrashingbelow!Isitthebrownorthesorrelthat'sdown?Thebrown!ItisFlowhoisin!AndSpiderwithChauncy,thepickofthefancy,Isgoingfullsplitforawin.

    'Spideriswinning!''JoChauncyiswinning!''He'swinning!He'swinning!Bravo!'Thebookiesareraving,theladiesarewaving,TheStandisallshoutingforJo.Thehorseiscleandone,buttheracemaybewonBytheNewmarketladonhisback;Forthefireoftheridermaybringanoutsider

    Aheadofathoroughbredcrack.

    'Spideriswinning!''JoChauncyiswinning!'Itswellsliketheroarofthesea;ButJohearsthedrummingofsomebodycoming,Andseesaleanheadbyhisknee.'Nuneaton!Nuneaton!TheSpiderisbeaten!'Itisbutaspurtatthemost;Forloseitorwinit,theyhavebutaminuteBeforetheyareupwiththepost.

    Nuneatonisstraining,Nuneatonisgaining,Neitherwillfalternorflinch;

    Whipstheyareplyingandjacketsareflying,They'refairlyabreasttoaninch.'Crackemup!Let'emgo!Wellridden!Bravo!'Gameronesneverwerebred;JoChauncyhasdoneit!He'sspurted!He'swonit!'Thefavourite'sbeatbyahead!

    Don'ttellmeofluck,foritsjudgmentandpluckAndacouragethatneverwillshirk;Togiveyourmindtoitandknowhowtodoit

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    Andputallyourheartinyourwork.Sohere'stotheSpider,thewinningoutsider,WithlittleJoChauncyup;Maytheystaylife'scourse,bothjockeyandhorse,AstheystayedintheFarnshireCup.

    Butit'spossiblethatyouarewonderingwhatMayhavehappenedtoFarmerBrown,AndtheoldgraycrockofIsonomystockWhowasbackedbythesharpsfromtown.Sheblewandshesneezed,shecoughedandshewheezed,Sherantillherkneesgaveway.ButneveragrumbleattriporatstumbleWasheardfromherjockthatday.

    ForsomebodylaidAGAINSTthegray,Andsomebodymadeapile;AndBrownsayshecanmakefarmingpay,Andhesmilesasimplesmile.'Themsharpsfromtownwereriled,'saysBrown;'ButIcan'tseewhy--canyou?ForIsaidquitefairasIknewthatmare,AndIprovedmywordswastrue.'

    THEGROOM'SSTORY

    Tenmileintwentyminutes!'Edoneit,sir.That'strue.Thebigbay'orseinthefurtherstall--theonewot'snexttoyou.I'veseensomebetter'orses;I'veseldomseenawuss,But'e'oldsthebloomin'record,an'that'sgoodenoughforus.

    Weknewasitwa'sin'im.'E'sthoroughbred,threepart,Webought'imfortorace'im,butwefound'e'adno'eart;

    For'ewassadandthoughtful,andamazin'dignified,Itseemedakindo'libertytodrive'imortoride;

    For'eneverseemeda-thinkin'ofwhat'e'adtodo,But'isthoughtswasseton'igherthings,admirin'oftheview.'Elookedapuffeckpictur,andapictur'ewouldstay,'Ewouldn'tevenswitch'istailtodrivethefliesaway.

    Andyetweknew'twasin'im,weknewas'ecouldfly;Butwhatwecouldn'tgitatwas'owtomake'imtry.We'dalmostturnedthejobup,untilatlastonedayWegotthelastyardoutof'iminamostamazin'way.

    Itwasallalongo'master;whichmaster'asthenameOfareg'lartruebluesportman,an'alwaysactsthesame;Butweall'asweakermoments,whichmaster'e'adone,An''ewentandboughtamotor-carwhenmotor-carsbegun.

    Iseeditinthestableyard--itfairlyturnedmesick-Agreasy,wheezyengineascanneitherbucknorkick.You'veascrewtodriveitforrard,andascrewtomakeitstop,Foritwasfoaledinasmithystovean'bredinablacksmithshop.

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    Itdidn'twantnostable,itdidn'tasknogroom,Itdidn'tneednonothin'butabito'standin'room.Justfillitupwithparaffinan'itwouldgoallday,WhichthesameshouldbeaginthelawifIcould'avemyway.

    Well,mastertook'ismotor-car,an'moted'erean'there,Afrightenin'the'orsesan'apoisonin'theair.'Eworeabloomin'yachtin'cap,butLor'!wotDID'eknow,Excep'thatifyouturnascrewthethingwouldstoporgo?

    An'thenonedayitwouldn'tgo.'Escrewedandscrewedagain,Butsomethin'jammed,an'there'estuckinthemudofacountrylane.It'urt'ispridemostcruel,butwhatwas'etodo?Soatlast'ebademefetcha'orsetopullthemotorthrough.

    Thiswasthe'orsewefetched'im;an'whenwereachedthecar,Webraced'imtightandpropertothemiddleofthebar,Andbuckledup'istracesandlashedthemtoeachside,While'e'eld'is'eadso'aughtily,an'lookedmostdignified.

    Notbadtempered,mindyou,butkindofpainedandvexed,And'eseemedtosay,'Well,bli'me!wotWILLtheyaskmenext?I'veputupwithsomeliberties,butthiscapsallbyfar,

    Tobeassistantenginetoacrockymotor-car!'

    Well,master'ewasinthecar,a-fiddlin'withthegear,Andthe'orsewasmeditatin',an'Iwasstandin'near,Whenmaster'etouchedsomethin'--whatitwaswe'llneverknow-Butitsorto'spurredtheboilerupandmadetheenginego.

    ''Old'ard,oldgal!'saysmaster,and'Gentlythen!'saysI,Butanenginewon't'eedcoaxin'an'itain'tnousetotry;Sofirst'epulledalever,an'then'eturnedascrew,Butthethingkeptcrawlin'forrardspiteofallthat'ecoulddo.

    Andfirstitwentquiteslowlyandthe'orsewentalsoslow,

    But'e'adtobuckupfasterwhenthewheelsbegantogo;Forthecarkeptcrowdin'on'imandbuttin''imalong,Andinlessthan'alfaminute,sir,that'orsewasgoin'strong.

    Atfirst'ewalkedquitedignified,an'then'e'adtotrot,Andthen'etriedacanterwhenthepacebecametoo'ot.'Elooked'isvery'aughtiest,asif'edidn't'emind,Andallthetimethemotor-carwaspushin''imbe'ind.

    Now,masterlost'is'eadwhen'efound'ecouldn'tstop,And'epulledavalveorsomethin'an'somethin'elsewentpop,An'somethin'elsewentfizzywiz,andinaflash,orless,Thatblessedcarwasgoin'likealimitedexpress.

    Master'eldthesteerin'gear,an'kepttheroadallright,Andawaytheywhizzedandclattered--myaunt!itwasasight.'Eseemedthefinestdraught'orseaseverlivedbyfar,ForallthecountryJugginsthought'twas'imwotpulledthecar.

    'Ewasstretchin'likeagrey'ound,'ewasgoin'all'eknew;Butitbumpedan'shovedbe'ind'im,forallthat'ecoulddo;Itbutted'iman'boosted'iman'spanked'imona'ead,Till'ebroketheten-milerecord,sameasIalreadysaid.

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    Tenmileintwentyminutes!'Edoneit,sir.That'strue.Theonlytimeweeverfoundwhatthat'ere'orsecoulddo.Somesayitwasn't'ardlyfair,andthepapersmadeafuss,But'ebroketheten-milerecord,andthat'sgoodenoughforus.

    Youseethat'orse'stail,sir?Youdon't!Nomoredowe,Whichreallyain'tsurprisin',for'e'asnotailtosee;Thatengineworeitoff'imbeforemastermadeitstop,Andalltheroadwaslitteredlikeabloomin'barber'sshop.

    Andmaster?Well,itcured'im.'Ealteredfromthatday,Andcomebackto'is'orsesinthegoodold-fashionedway.Andifyouwantstogitthesack,thequickestwaybyfarIsto'intas'owyouthink'eoughttokeepamotor-car.

    WITHTHECHIDDINGFOLDS

    ThehorseisbeddeddownWherethestrawliesdeep.

    Thehoundisinthekennel;Letthepoorhoundsleep!AndthefoxisinthespinneyBytherunwhichheishaunting,AndI'lllayanevenguineaThatagooseortwoiswantingWhenthefarmercomestocounttheminthemorning.

    Thehorseisupandsaddled;Girththeoldhorsetight!ThehoundsareoutanddrawingInthemorninglight.Nowit's'Yoick!'amongtheheather,

    Andit's'Yoick!'acrosstheclover,Andit's'Tohim,alltogether!''HykeaBertha!HykeaRover!'Andthewoodlandssmellsosweetlyinthemorning.

    'There'sTermaganta-whimpering;Shewhimpersso.''There'sayounghoundyapping!'Lettheyounghoundgo!Buttheoldhoundiscunning,Andit'shimwemeantofollow,'Theyarerunning!Theyarerunning!Andit's'Forrardtothehollo!'

    Forthescentislyingstronglyinthemorning.

    'Who'sthefoolthatheadshim?'Holdhard,andlethimpass!He'soutamongtheoziersHe'sclearuponthegrass.Yougriphisflanksandsettle,Forthehorseisstretchedandstraining,Here'sagametotestyourmettle,Andasporttotryyourtraining,

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    WhentheChiddingfoldsarerunninginthemorning.

    We'reupbytheCoppiceAndwe'redownbytheMill,We'reoutupontheCommon,Andthehoundsarerunningstill.Youmusttightenontheleather,Forweblunderthroughthebracken;Thoughyou'reoverhocksinheatherStillthepacemustneverslackenAsweracethroughThursleyCommoninthemorning.

    WearebreakingfromthetangleWeareoutuponthegreen,There'sabankandahurdleWithaquicksetbetween.Youmuststeadyhimandtryit,Youareoverwithascramble.Here'sawattle!Youmustflyit,Andyoulandamongthebramble,Forit'sroughish,toughishgoinginthemorning.

    'WarethebogbytheGroveAsyoupoundthroughtheslush.

    Seethewhip!Seethehuntsman!Wearecloseuponhisbrush.'Waretherootthatliesbeforeyou!Itwilltripyouifyoublunder.'Warethebranchthat'sdroopingo'eryou!YoumustdipandswervefromunderAsyougallopthroughthewoodlandinthemorning.

    Therewerefiftyatthefind,Therewerefortyatthemill,Thereweretwentyontheheath,Andtenaregoingstill.Somearepounded,someareshirking,

    AndtheydwindleanddiminishTillawearypairareworking,Spentandblowing,tothefinish,Andweheartheshrillwhoo-oopinginthemorning.

    ThehorseisbeddeddownWherethestrawliesdeep,Thehoundisinthekennel,Heisyappinginhissleep.ButthefoxisinthespinneyLyingsnuginearthandburrow.AndI'lllayanevenguineaWecouldfindagainto-morrow,

    Ifwechosetogoa-huntinginthemorning.

    AHUNTINGMORNING

    Putthesaddleonthemare,Forthewetwindsblow;

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    There'swinterintheair,Andautumnallbelow.FortheredleavesareflyingAndtheredbrackendying,AndtheredfoxlyingWheretheoziersgrow.

    Putthebridleonthemare,Formybloodrunschill;Andmyheart,itisthere,Ontheheather-tuftedhill,Withthegrayskieso'erus,Andthelong-drawnchorusOfarunningpackbeforeusFromthefindtothekill.

    Thenleadroundthemare,Forit'stimethatwebegan,Andawaywiththoughtandcare,Savetoliveandbeaman,Whilethekeenairisblowing,Andthehuntsmanholloing,AndtheblackmaregoingAstheblackmarecan.

    THEOLDGRAYFOX

    WestartedfromtheValleyPride,AndFarnhamwaywewent.Wewaitedatthecover-side,Butneverfoundascent.ThenwetriedthewithybedsWhichgrowbyFrenshamtown,

    Andtherewefoundtheoldgrayfox,Thesameoldfox,Thegameoldfox;Yes,therewefoundtheoldgrayfox,WhichlivesonHankleyDown.Sohere'stothemaster,Andhere'stotheman!Andhere'stotwentycoupleOfthewhiteandblackandtan!Here'safindwithoutawait!Here'sahedgewithoutagate!Here'sthemanwhofollowsstraight,Wheretheoldfoxran.

    TheMemberrodehisthoroughbred,Doctorhadthegray,TheSoldierledonaroanred,TheSailorrodethebay.SquirewasthereonhisIrishmare,AndParsononthebrown;Andsowechasedtheoldgrayfox,Thesameoldfox,Thegameoldfox,

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    AndsowechasedtheoldgrayfoxAcrosstheHankleyDown.Sohere'stothemaster,Andhere'stotheman!&c.&c.&c.

    TheDoctor'sgraywasgoingstrongUntilsheslippedandfell;HehadtokeephisbedsolongHispatientsallgotwell.TheMemberhehadlosthisseat,'Twascarriedbyhishorse;Andsowechasedtheoldgrayfox,Thesameoldfox,Thegameoldfox;AndsowechasedtheoldgrayfoxThatearthedinHankleyGorse.Sohere'stothemaster,Andhere'stotheman!&c.&c.&c.

    TheParsonsadlyfellaway,Andinthefurzedidlie;ThewordsweheardthatParsonsay

    Madeallthehorsesshy!TheSailorhewasseennomoreUponthatstormybay;Butstillwechasedtheoldgrayfox,Thesameoldfox,Thegameoldfox;StillwechasedtheoldgrayfoxThroughallthewinterday.Sohere'stothemaster,Andhere'stotheman!&c.&c.&c.

    Andwhenwefoundhimgonetoground,

    Theysentforspadeandman;ButSquiresaid'Shame!Thebeastwasgame!Agamerneverran!Hiswindandpacehavegainedtherace,Hislifeisfairlywon.Butmaywemeettheoldgrayfox,Thesameoldfox,Thegameoldfox;MaywemeettheoldgrayfoxBeforetheyearisdone.Sohere'stothemaster,Andhere'stotheman!Andhere'stotwentycouple

    Ofthewhiteandblackandtan!Here'safindwithoutawait!Here'sahedgewithoutagate!Here'sthemanwhofollowsstraight,Wheretheoldfoxran.

    'WAREHOLES

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    [''WareHoles!'istheexpressionusedinthehunting-fieldtowarnthosebehindagainstrabbit-burrowsorothersuckdangers.]

    Asportin'death!Myworditwas!An'takeninasportin'way.Mindyou,Iwasn'ttheretosee;Ionlytellyouwhattheysay.

    TheyfoundthatdayatShillinglee,An'ran'imdowntoChillinghurst;Thefoxwasgoin'straightan'freeForninetyminutesataburst.

    They'adacheckatEbernoeAn'madeacastacrosstheDown,Untiltheygotaview'ulloAn'chased'imuptoKirdfordtown.

    FromKirdford'erunBramberway,An'took'emover'alftheWeald.Ifyou'avetriedtheSussexclay,You'llguessitweededoutthefield.

    UntilatlastIdon'tsupposeAs'arfadozen,atthemost,CamesafetowherethegrasslandgoesSwitchbackin'southwardstothecoast.

    YoungCaptain'Eadley,'ewasthere,AndJimthewhipan'PercyDay;ThePurcellsan'SirCharlesAdair,An'this'eregentfromLondonway.

    For'e'adgoneamazin'fine,Two'undredpoundsbetween'isknees;

    Eightstonehewas,an'rodeatnine,Aslightan'limberasyouplease.

    'Ewasastrangertothe'Unt,Thereweren'tapersonas'eknewthere;But'ecouldride,thatLondongent-'Esat'ismareasif'egrewthere.

    Theyseedthe'oundsuponthescent,Butfoundafenceacrosstheirtrack,And'adtoflyit;elseitmeantAturnin'anda'arkin'back.

    'Ewastheforemostatthefence,Andas'ismarejustclearedtherailHeturnedtothemthatrodebe'ind,Forthreewasat'isverytail.

    ''Ware'oles!'says'e,an'withtheword,Stillsittin'easyonhismare,Down,down'ewent,an'downan'down,Intothequarryyawnin'there.

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    Somesayitwastwo'undredfoot;Thebottomlayasblackasink.Iguessthey'adsomeuglydreams,Whoreinedtheir'orsesonthebrink.

    'E'donlytimeforthatonecry;''Ware'oles!'says'e,an'savesallthree.Theremaybebetterdeathstodie,Butthatone'sgoodenoughforme.

    Formindyou,'twasasportin'end,Uponarightgoodsportin'day;Theythinkadealof'imdown'ere,ThatgentwhatcamefromLondonway.

    THEHOME-COMINGOFTHE'EURYDICE'

    [Lost,withhercrewofthreehundredboys,onthelastdayofhervoyage,March23,1876.ShefounderedoffPortsmouth,fromwhichtownmanyoftheboyscame.]

    Upwiththeroyalsthattopthewhitespreadofher!Pressheranddressher,anddrivethroughthefoam;TheIsland'stoport,andthemainlandaheadofher,HeyfortheWarnerandHaylingandHome!

    Bo'sun,OBo'sun,justlookatthegreenofit!Lookattheredcattledownbythehedge!Lookatthefarmsteading--allthatisseenofit,Onelittlegableendovertheedge!'

    'Lord!thetonguesofthemclattering,clattering,AllgrowingwildatapeepoftheWight;

    Aye,sir,aye,ithassetthemallchattering,Thinkingofhomeandtheirmothersto-night.'

    Spreadthetopgallants--oh,laythemoutlustily!Whatthoughitdarkeno'erNetherbyCombe?'Tisbutthevalleywind,puffingsogustily-OnfortheWarnerandHaylingandHome!

    'Bo'sun,OBo'sun,justseethelongslopeofit!Culveristhere,withthecliffandthelight.Tellus,ohtellus,nowisthereahopeofit?Shallwehaveleaveforourhomesforto-night?'

    'Tut,theclackofthem!Steadily!Steadily!Aye,asyousay,sir,they'relittleonesstill;Onelongreachshouldopenitreadily,RoundbySt.Helensandunderthehill.

    'TheSpitandtheNabarethegatesofthepromise,Theirmotherstothem--andtousit'sourwives.I'vesailedfortyyears,and--ByGodit'suponus!Downroyals,Downtop'sles,down,down,foryourlives!'

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    Agreyswirlofsnowwiththesquallatthebackofit,Heelingher,reelingher,beatingherdown!Agleamofherbendsinthethickofthewrackofit,Aflutterofwhiteintheeddiesofbrown.

    Itbrokeinonemomentofblizzardandblindness;Thenext,likeafoulbat,itflappedonitsway.Butourshipandourboys!GraciousLord,inyourkindness,Givehelptothemotherswhoneeditto-day!

    Givehelptothewomenwhowaitbythewater,WhostandontheHardwiththeireyespasttheWight.Ah!whisperitgently,yousisterordaughter,'Ourboysareallgatheredathomeforto-night.'

    THEINNERROOM

    Itismine--thelittlechamber,Minealone.Ihaditfrommyforbears

    Yearsagone.YetwithinitswallsIseeAmostmotleycompany,AndtheyoneandallclaimmeAstheirown.

    There'sonewhoisasoldierBluffandkeen;Single-minded,heavy-fisted,Rudeofmien.Hewouldgainapurseorstakeit,Hewouldwinaheartorbreakit,Hewouldgivealifeortakeit,

    Conscience-clean.

    AndnearhimisapriestStillschism-whole;Helovesthecenser-reekAndorgan-roll.Hehasleaningstothemystic,Sacramental,eucharistic;AnddimyearningsaltruisticThrillhissoul.

    There'sanotherwhowithdoubtsIsovercast;

    IthinkhimyoungerbrotherTothelast.Walkingwarystridebystride,Peeringforwardsanxious-eyed,SincehelearnedtodoubthisguideInthepast.

    And'midthemall,alert,Butsomewhatcowed,Theresitsastark-facedfellow,

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    Beetle-browed,WhoseblacksoulshrinksawayFromalawyer-riddenday,AndhasthoughtshedarenotsayHalfavowed.

    Thereareotherswhoaresitting,Grimasdoom,Inthedimill-bodingshadowOfmyroom.Darklingfigures,sternorquaint,Nowasavage,nowasaint,ShowingfitfullyandfaintThroughthegloom.

    Andthoseshadowsaresodense,TheremaybeMany--verymany--moreThanIsee.TheyaresittingdayandnightSoldier,rogue,andanchorite;AndtheywrangleandtheyfightOverme.

    Ifthestark-facedfellowwin,Alliso'er!IfthepriestshouldgainhiswillIdoubtnomore!Butifeachshallhavehisday,IshallswingandIshallswayInthesameoldwearywayAsbefore.

    THEIRISHCOLONEL

    Saidthekingtothecolonel,'Thecomplaintsareeternal,ThatyouIrishgivemoretroubleThananyothercorps.'

    Saidthecoloneltotheking,'Thiscomplaintisnonewthing,Foryourfoemen,sire,havemadeitAhundredtimesbefore.'

    THEBLINDARCHER

    LittleboyLovedrewhisbowatachance,Shootingdownattheballroomfloor;Hehitanoldchaperonewatchingthedance,Andoh!buthewoundedhersore.'Hey,Love,youcouldn'tmeanthat!

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    Hi,Love,whatwouldyoubeat?'Nowordwouldhesay,Butheflewonhisway,Forthelittleboy'sbusy,andhowcouldhestay?

    LittleboyLovedrewashaftjustforsportAtthesoberestclubinPallMall;Hewingedanoldveterandrinkinghisport,Anddownthatoldveteranfell.'Hey,Love,youmustn'tdothat!Hi,Love,whatwouldyoubeat?Thiscannotberight!It'sludicrousquite!'Butit'snousetoargue,forLove'soutofsight.

    Asad-facedyoungclerkinacellallapartWasplanningacelibatevow;Buttheboy'srandomarrowhassunkinhisheart,Andthecellisanemptyonenow.'Hey,Love,youmustn'tdothat!Hi,Love,whatwouldyoubeat?Heisnotforyou,Hehasdutiestodo.''ButIAMhisduty,'quothLoveasheflew.

    Thekingsoughtabride,andthenationhadhopedForaqueenwithoutrivalorpeer.Butthelittleboyshot,andthekinghaselopedWithMissNo-oneonNothingayear.'Hey,Love,youcouldn'tmeanthat!Hi,Love,whatwouldyoubeat?WhatanimpudentthingTomakegameofaking!''ButI'Makingalso,'criedLoveonthewing.

    LittleboyLovegrewpettishoneday;'Ifyoukeeponcomplaining,'heswore,

    'I'llpackbothmybowandmyquiveraway,AndsoIshallplagueyounomore.''Hey,Love,youmustn'tdothat!Hi,Love,whatwouldyoubeat?Youmayruinourease,Youmaydowhatyouplease,Butwecan'tdowithoutyou,youdearlittletease!'

    APARABLE

    Thecheese-mitesaskedhowthecheesegotthere,Andwarmlydebatedthematter;TheOrthodoxsaidthatitcamefromtheair,AndtheHereticssaidfromtheplatter.Theyargueditlongandtheyargueditstrong,AndIheartheyarearguingnow;Butofallthechoicespiritswholivedinthecheese,Notoneofthemthoughtofacow,

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    'Ihavewaitedon,Butstillyoubidebelow;Yousaidthatyouwouldcome,Andoh,Iwantyouso!

    'Forhalfmysoulishere,Andhalfmysoulisthere,WhenyouareontheearthAndIamintheair.

    'Butonyourdressing-standThereliesatriplekey;UnlockthelittlegateWhichfencesyoufromme.

    'Justonelittlepang,Justonethrobofpain,AndthenyourwearyheadBetweenmybreastsagain.'

    InthedimunhomelylightOftheearlymorningtide,Hetookthetriplekey

    Andhelaiditbyhisside.

    Apistol,silverchased,Anopenhuntingknife,AphialofthedrugWhichcurestheilloflife.

    Helookeduponthethree,Andsharplydrewhisbreath:'Nowhelpme,ohmylove,ForIfearthiscoldgreydeath.'

    Shebentherfaceabove,

    Shekissedhimandshesmiled;ShesoothedhimasamotherMaysoothafrightenedchild.

    'Justthatlittlepang,love,Justathrobofpain,AndthenyourwearyheadBetweenmybreastsagain.'

    Hesnatchedthepistolup,Hepressedittohisear;Butasuddensoundbrokein,Andhisskinwasrawwithfear.

    Hetookthehuntingknife,Hetriedtoraisetheblade;Itglimmeredcoldandwhite,Andhewassoreafraid.

    Hepouredthepotionout,Butitwasthickandbrown;Histhroatwassealedagainstit,Andhecouldnotdrainitdown.

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    Helookedtoherforhelp,Andwhenhelooked--behold!HislovewastherebeforehimAsinthedaysofold.

    Hesawthedroopinghead,Hesawthegentleeyes;HesawthesameshygraceofhersHehadbeenwonttoprize.

    Shepointedandshesmiled,Andlo!hewasawareOfahalf-litbedroomchamberAndasilentfigurethere.

    AsilentfigurelyingA-sprawluponabed,Withasilver-mountedpistolStillclottedtohishead.

    Andashedownwardgazed,Hervoicecamefullandclear,Thehomelytendervoice

    Whichhehadlovedtohear:

    'Thekeyisverycertain,Thedoorissealedtonone.Youdidit,oh,mydarling!Andyouneverknewitdone.

    'Whenthenetwasbroken,Youthoughtyoufeltitsmesh;YoucarriedtothespiritThetroublesoftheflesh.

    'Andareyoutremblingstill,dear?

    Thenletmetakeyourhand;AndIwillleadyououtwardToasweetandrestfulland.

    'YouknowhowonceinLondonIputmygriefsonyou;ButIcancarryyoursnow-Mostsweetitistodo!

    'Mostsweetitistodo,love,AndverysweettoplanHowI,thehelplesswoman,Canhelpthehelpfulman.

    'ButletmeseeyousmilingWiththesmileIknowsowell;Forgettheworldofshadows,Andtheemptybrokenshell.

    'Itistheworn-outgarmentInwhichyoutorearent;Youtosseditdown,andcarelesslyUponyourwayyouwent.

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    'ItisnotYOU,mysweetheart,Foryouareherewithme.ThatframewasbutthepromiseofThethingthatwastobe-

    'AtuningofthechoirEretheharmoniesbegin;AndyetitistheimageOfthesubtlethingwithin.

    'There'snotatrickofbody,There'snotatraitofmind,Butyoubringitoverwithyou,Ethereal,refined,

    'Butstillthesame;forsurelyIfwealteraswedie,Youwouldbeyounolonger,AndIwouldnotbeI.

    'Imightbeanangel,Butnotthegirlyouknew;Youmightbeimmaculate,

    Butthatwouldnotbeyou.

    'AndnowIseeyousmiling,So,darling,takemyhand;AndIwillleadyououtwardToasweetandpleasantland,

    'Wherethoughtisclearandnimble,Wherelifeispureandfresh,WherethesoulcomesbackrejoicingFromthemud-bathoftheflesh

    'Butstillthatsoulishuman,

    Withhumanways,andsoIlovemyloveinspirit,AsIlovedhimlongago.'

    SowithhandstogetherAndfingerstwiningtight,ThetwodeadloversdriftedInthegoldenmorninglight.

    Butagrey-hairedmanwaslyingBeneaththemonabed,Withasilver-mountedpistolStillclottedtohishead.

    THEFRANKLIN'SMAID(From'TheWhiteCompany')

    Thefranklinhehathgonetoroam,Thefranklin'smaidshebidesathome;

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    Butsheiscold,andcoy,andstaid,Andwhomaywinthefranklin'smaid?

    TherecameaknightofhighrenownInbassinetandciclatoun;Onbendedkneefulllongheprayed-Hemightnotwinthefranklin'smaid.

    Therecameasquiresodebonair,Hisdresswasrich,hiswordswerefair.Hesweetlysang,hedeftlyplayed-Hecouldnotwinthefranklin'smaid.

    Therecameamercerwonder-fine,Withvelvetcapandgaberdine;Forallhisships,forallhistrade,Hecouldnotbuythefranklin'smaid.

    Therecameanarcherboldandtrue,Withbracerguardandstaveofyew;Hispursewaslight,hisjerkinfrayed-Haro,alas!thefranklin'smaid!

    Oh,somehavelaughedandsomehavecried,

    Andsomehavescouredthecountryside;Butofftheyridethroughwoodandglade,Thebowmanandthefranklin'smaid.

    THEOLDHUNTSMAN

    There'sakeenandgrimoldhuntsmanOnahorseaswhiteassnow;Sometimesheisveryswift

    Andsometimesheisslow.Butheneverisatfault,ForhealwayshuntsatviewAndherideswithoutahaltAfteryou.

    Thehuntsman'snameisDeath,Hishorse'snameisTime;Heiscoming,heiscomingAsIsitandwritethisrhyme;Heiscoming,heiscoming,AsyoureadtherhymeIwrite;Youcanhearthehoofs'lowdrumming

    Dayandnight.

    YoucanhearthedistantdrummingAstheclockgoestick-a-tack,AndthechimingofthehoursIsthemusicofhispack.YoumayhardlynotetheirgrowlingUnderneaththenoondaysun,ButatnightyouhearthemhowlingAstheyrun.

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    AndtheynevercheckorfalterFortheynevermisstheirkill;Seasonschangeandsystemsalter,Butthehuntisrunningstill.Hark!theeveningchimeisplaying,O'erthelonggreytownitpeals;Don'tyouhearthedeath-houndbayingAtyourheels?

    Whereisthereanearthorburrow?Whereacoverleftforyou?Ayear,aweek,perhapsto-morrowBringstheHuntsman'sdeathhalloo!Daybydayhegainsuponus,AndthemostthatwecanclaimIsthatwhenthehoundsareonusWediegame.

    AndsomewheredwellstheMaster,Bywhomitwasdecreed;Hesentthesavagehuntsman,Hebredthesnow-whitesteed.Thesehoundswhichrunforever,

    Hesetthemonyourtrack;Hehearsyouscream,butneverCallsthemback.

    Hedoesnotheedoursuing,Weneverseehisface;Hehuntstoourundoing,Wethankhimforthechase.Wethankhimandweflatter,Wehope--becausewemust-Buthavewecause?Nomatter!Letustrust!

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