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Literature

och.leesDouglas Lees photoCubhunting season has arrived, and hunt staffs across North America are taking to the field tasked with imposing new rules upon young hounds just discovering new freedoms! Edric C. Roberts addresses the conflict in this timely and light-hearted poem from his collection, Hunters’ Moon (Richard R. Smith Inc., New York, 1930, 70 pp, illustrated).

Riot
Somehow, I honestly never knew why,
Rarity, Chorister, Landlord and I
Found ourselves happily hunting alone,
Running like smoke on a line of our own;

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# Nancy Mitchell 2012-08-30 11:32
Bravo.......... ...Perfect!
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# Norman Fine 2012-08-30 12:02
Near the end of mounted hound exercise today, one hound left the pack, and for a while lagged behind and ignored commands to pack in. When he finally did rejoin the pack, a number of hounds ganged up on him and gave him hell! It made me think of the 3 puppies in this poem that received "nothing but chaff from the rest of the pack" when they returned!
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