* * * * *

Away they went then dog and deer,
And hunters all away.--
The maddest horses never knew
_Mad staggers_ such as they!

Some gave a shout, some roll'd about,
And antick'd as they rode,
And butchers whistled on their curs,
And milkmen _tally-ho'd_!

About two score there were, not more,
That gallopped in the race;
The rest, alas! lay on the grass,
As once in Chevy Chase!

And by their side see Huggins ride,
As fast as he could speed;
For, like Mazeppa, he was quite
At mercy of his steed.

No means he had, by timely check,
The gallop to remit,
For firm and last, between his teeth,
The biter held the bitt.

Trees raced along, all Essex fled
Beneath him as he sate,--
He never saw a county go
At such a county-rate!

"Hold hard! hold hard! you'll lame the dogs:"
Quoth Huggins, "so I do,--
I've got the saddle well in hand,
And hold as hard as you!"

And now he bounded up and down,
Now like a jelly shook:
Till bump'd and gall'd--yet not where Gall,
For bumps did ever look!

And rowing with his legs the while,
As tars are apt to ride;
With every kick he gave a prick,
Deep in the horse's side!

But soon the horse was well avenged,
For cruel smart of spurs,
For, riding through a moor, he pitched
His master in a furze!

Where sharper set than hunger is
He squatted all forlorn;
And like a bird was singing out
While sitting on a thorn!

Right glad was he, as well as might be.
Such cushion to resign:
"Possession is nine points," but his
Seemed more than ninety nine.

Yet worse than all the prickly points
That enter'd in his skin,
His nag was running off the while
The thorns were running in!

A jolly wight comes by upon

A sorry mare, that surely came
Of pagan blood and bone;
For down upon her knees she went,
To many a stock and stone!

Now seeing Huggins' nag adrift,
This farmer, shrewd and sage,
Resolv'd by changing horses here,
To hunt another stage!

So up on Huggins' horse he got,
And swiftly rode away,
While Huggins mounted on the mare
Done brown upon a bay!

And off they set, in double chase,
For such was fortune's whim,
The Farmer rode to hunt the stag,
And Huggins hunted him.

* * * * *

And, far remote, ea