This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 edition. Excerpt: … some staunch hound with his authentic voice Avow the recent trail, the jostling tribe Attend his call, then, with one mutual cry, The welcome news confirm, and echoing hills Repeat the pleasing tale. See how they thread The brakes, and up yon furrow drive along! But quick they back recoil, and wisely check Their eager haste; then o'er the fallowed ground How leisurely they work, and many a pause Th’ harmonious concert breaks; till more assured With joy redoubled the low valleys ring. Happy the man who with unrivalled speed Can pass his fellows, and with pleasure view The struggling pack: how in the rapid course Alternate they preside, and jostling push To guide the dubious scent; how giddy youth Oft babbling errs, by wiser age reproved; How, niggard of his strength, the wise old hound Hangs in the rear till some important point Rouse all his diligence, or till the chase Sinking he finds–then to the head he springs With thirst of glory fired, and wins the prize. THE UNHAPPY HARE And now in open view See, see, she flies! Each eager hound exerts His utmost speed, and stretches every nerve. How quick she turns–their gaping jaws eludes, And yet a moment lives; till, round enclosed By all the greedy pack, with infant screams She yields her breath, and there reluctant dies. A STAG AT BAY In vain the crowding pack Draw on the margin of the stream, or cut The liquid wave with oary feet that move In equal time. The gliding waters leave No trace behind, and his contracted pores But sparingly perspire: the huntsman strains His labouring lungs, and puffs his cheeks in vain. At length a bloodhound bold, studious to kill, And exquisite of sense, winds him from far; Headlong he leaps into the flood, his mouth Loud opening spends amain, and his wide throat…