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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!'
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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.
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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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