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Cubhunting 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).

3hounds.leesDouglas Lees photo

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 2018-09-18 11:52
:lol:
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# Olga Danes-Volkov 2018-09-18 13:12
Love this. Is it an old poem or a recently written oeuvre?
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