The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1873-11-08
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This il the Queen Of Seasons,
This Is the aperismen's year
Hare, grouse and quail in Woodland,
And on the hills The deer.
Now lei The music of the hounds
Ring out IL fich refrain,
For every true heart longs 10 be
IN field Or wood again.
Thus Spake The mighty hunters,
Nimfods Of days gone BY,
All skilled to read the weather signs
With most prophetic eye.
Aud gaily cheered they on the lads;
g Go forth, brave boys, 60 forth;
Lay the brown beauty, Bob White, low;
Bring back the game bags stuffed, and show
We old inns what you're worth.
Our heroes-are real charmers,
Tried sportsmen true and game
One Of them we viii know as Tom;
Jack II the others name;
A handsome brace of rascals,
Quick eye and touch 30 fne
That woe hetide the lnckless quail
That gets upon their line
Their dogs-ahi princely Gunner
From stately Baltimore;
A better Becker never left
Bleak Russia's snow bound shore
A noble.fronted setter,
Small, but compact and trim
Zen Hector Of the sleeker coat
May not compare with him.
Their gnns--a VIM Riley,
From famous London town;
A W. 4 G. Scott, which had
Meier failed to bring them down,
When Toms velvet-casen shoulder
Passed lard the steely butt; tlt
And Tom quick finger drove the pin
To meet the flashing shot.
The hreailI Of hroFh.broned Autumn,
Fair mistress Of the year,
Had fallen on The ereen-lehved woods,
And changed diem all 10 sers. h
Twas the 10th Of October,
An hour before the light,
When the boys drew rein, and speeded
Into the silent night
Star-studded were the heavens,
AS they clattered ont Of town.
Apair Of beauties pulling them,
A big gray and brown.
Past farms and stately homesteads,
Adown the road they sped;
And reached the chosen stubbles ere
The sun had raised his head.
But now Don Ph@bus climbeth
The morning s azure wall. ls4f
Hear yon clear shrilly whistle,
II Is the quail's first call.
Break of, sweet Hector; Gunner
Goes dashing to the right;
The guns hard follow after,
Determined for the fight.
Ali now trim Hector snifies
The pure October air;
And Lowry Gunner crouches,
The scent has caught the pairl
And stealthily advancing,
Nor lingering, pausing long,
I'LL each nerved nostril fairly strikes
The aroma, rich and strong.
There ssands the shaggy setter, ssE y ~
His eyes abiaze with light;
While carved in stone. the pointer
Presents anoble sight e ~
And ever nearer draweth *
The heroes Of this tale,
Eli suddenly up springeth
A lordly bunch Of quail.
Whirrr-rr-with dense uprising,
ny. lney swiftly forward speed
Vim lnnp1ng' Josting tnrpuient,
~ Ia ~ ses4s 70 gan tns ieaa.
Ses .as Dslsn ~, eyss may !2now tnem,
See the bright muzzles upward glance
List to the sbreecher's" roarl
BAH this Is open shooting;
This takes not extra skill.
W easy wing shols, nght and ieIti
m vur sraseini spoTtsmen kiii.
IL rnen' shanng imnds Win eyss, they gaze
I'M n,ougn me soi1 autumn morning haze,
The birds drop near a hill.
NsstlY We canine wonaefs
n, BRING me slam birds 70 bag;
men the cry stupple crunehes
=, Nea,n leet Lnat never ag,. e1fstt
toward yon hiilsiaes where thick brush
iaugIes ana mats the ground,
Thither they'd watched the beyy fiy;
There would more birds be found.
Dut ere they reached the hillside,
Another Devy burst
opon tneir sgnt, and gree more birds
were aoceo W the nrst.
JACK 1. misses ~ with his dexter barrel,
And earthward falls game old cock
While Tom knocks down his two. stH 4
AMID the brilliant underhrush
lhat crowns the hill matched brow
And tough vines and singing thorns,
M The dogs are struggling now. f
ih a y lalnt re scent they catch 1t ere
Aud crouching low 10 take it fair,
They drink the lightly-tainted air.
Creep forward and then s@p.
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Hn1 lhefe specified beauty goes
haoWn me shaae.iieeked glen W
fiashl goes Tons right, and, shivering down
4, strikes the earth again;
any T.. III Inc sne e s ale away,
And twice again to Jacks good shots,
The mellow woodlands ring.
No..
"mr-fi Wnr-r ana iaster, iaster
ne ~ answering guns quick ring
ma, speeaing alter plnlons heet, s
~, ING nee.er psilets sing
iH Tl s "a, N !. .naI Autumn morning.
Strode although field and wood, and brough
Many good bird TO bag.
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