The morning call., 1891-01-02
1.-THE SOUND
OF HIS HORN"
Origin of a Famous Old English
Hunting Song.

Nearly forty years have now wasted away
since John Peel and L sat IN a snug parlor
at Caldbeck among the Cumbrian Noun
tains. We were then both In the hey day of
manhood and hur tiers of the olden fashion !;
meeting the night before to arrange earth
stopping; and in the morning to take the
best part of the hunt-the drag over the
mountains in the nashville fashionable
hunters still lay in the blankets. Large
flakes of snow fell in the evening. We sat
by the fireside hunting over again many
good run, and recalling the feats of each
particular hound, or narrow neck-break
'scapes, when a flaXen-haired daughter Of
mine came in, saying: Father, what do
they say 10 what granny Sings? Granny
was singing to sleep my eldest son-nOw q
leading barrister in Hobart Town-with O
very old rant called Bonnie (0r Canns)
Annie. The pen and ink for hunting ap-
rointmeuts being on the table, the idea of
writing song to this old air forced itself
upon me, and thus was produced impromptu
Dye ken John Peel With His Coat So
Gray Immediately after, | sung it TO
poor Peel. who smiled through stream of
tears, which Tell down his manly cheeks :;
and L well remember saying to him, in
joking style: by JOve, Peel, you'll be sung
when were both run to EARTH
AS to John PEEPS general character / can
say little. He was OF a very limited educa-
'tiSAL OVSOhu IuubluBs DuL no hliG Oh Il IOA
or hare could evade his scrutiny, and bust
ness Of any shape WAS utterly neglected,
often TO cost far more beyond the first loss.
Indeed, this neglect extended to ths paternal
duties in his family. / believe he would
not have left the drag of fox on the I'M
pending death Of child, or any other
earthly event. An excellent rider, | saw
him once on moor put up fresh hare and
ride iii he caught her with his whip. You
may know that he was six feet and more,
and OF form and gait quite surprising, but
his face and head was somewhat insignifi-
can't A clever sculptor once told me that
he once followed. admiring him, a whole
market day before he discovered who he
was.
Dye ken John Peel with his coat SO gray?
Dye ken John Pesi at the break OF tue day?
Dye ken John Peel when he's far away
With his hounds and his horn III the morning?
Twas the sound OF his horn called me from my
And the cry of his hounds has me Outlines
For Peers vIew-h6iio would wakeu the dead,
Ora fox from his lair in the morning.
Dye ken thatdog whose tongue is death?
Dye ken her sous OF peerless faith?
Dye ken that fox with his last 10y. LATEST
Cursed them all as he died in the morningi
Twas the sound of MS horn, etc.
Yes, ken John Peel and auld Ruby too.
Ranter and Royal and Bellman true:
From the drag to the chase, from the chase to the
view,
From the view to the death in the mi forming
Twas the sound Of his horn, etc.
And I've followed John Peel both often and far
DER the rasper-fence aud the gate and the bar,
From Low Denton-holme up to Scratchmere
Scar;
When we We'd for the brush in the morning.
Twas the sound OF his horn etc.
Then here's to John Peel with my heart and soul,
Come hll.h to him another strong bowl;
And well follow John Peel through fair and through
foul
While we're walked by his horn In the morning.
Twas the sound OF his horn.
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