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A Hunting Alphabet The ABC of Drag Hunting



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A is Ambition which leads you to buy A qualified hunter, the picture of pride, Of whom it is said, “He takes off in his stride.” This means he jumps you off with hounds in full cry.   B is the Beauty who’s learning to “go,” Who comes to the Club on the morn of the Meet, And says to the Master, “Now if you’ll be sweet And let me ride near you, I’ll finish I know!” Benjamin Nicoll, Esq.—Essex Hunt (on Cocktail)   C is the Casualty frequently met When a Ditch next a creeper-clad fence lies concealed; Also the Comments of most of the field, “For the man who lays drags with a butterfly net!”   D is the overworked letter so Dear To the heart of the Sportsman who’s riding a skate, Who thinks there is no one to open the gate And fails to observe that the Vicar stands near. John R. Townsend, Esq., M. F. H.—Orange Co. Hunt (on Greek Dollar)   E is your Epitaph, writ by a wag, Which reached you by post on your first hunting morn; “Hic jacet! He hoped to be pride of the Quorn But died of sheer fright ere he rode in one drag.”   F is the Fence “made of stout posts and rails Five feet”! You “sailed over it riding the grey”; But do not dine out on it often, I pray, For at each repetition the interest pales. J. E. Davis, Esq., M. F. H.—Meadowbrook Hunt   G is the Gathering Gloom of Her Grace, The Great One, invited to open our Ball, When she heard that the Master had had a bad fall And the Honorable Whip is to fill in his place.   H is the Horn of the Huntsman that sounds Rather wheezy and thin to irreverent ears; But Ah! ’tis a music melodic, which cheers The Hearts of the nailers who follow Hounds.   I is the Impulse by which you are curst; To prove you have courage when fox hounds are “Cast,” “I’ll jam in my spurs and be after them fast,” It seems that the Master prefers to go first. Drawn Blank   J is the Jackrabbit, running so free, And the Jar to the Master who sees that his pack Have tacitly told him they cannot come back ’Til the last of their fat furry friend they can see.   K is the Kennels where foxhounds are kept, A visit to these is a part of the Game; ’Tis a wise M. F. H. knows each couple by name, But when they know him they say strong men have wept.   L is for “Larking” to try out a colt; How lightly he leaps from the paddock or pen, But, once on his back it’s a question of when He will lie down or roll on you, buck, jump or bolt. A Few of the Right Sort   M is the Merriment seen on each face, At the rumor some hunting man offers to sell “The pick of the stable, because he can’t tell If he’s going abroad for a season to race.”   N is the Nag, “Nervy Nat,” who was lent For your use by a friend when your own horse broke down, And the News, that was sent to your dear ones in Town, “Some bones have been broken and some are just bent.”   O is the Opportune Offer you made To carry a flask in case of a spill; Then you learn that it’s equally good for a chill And most of the field of a chill are afraid....