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the shade of the trees by the lunch-tent the old Haileyburian sat,&mdash; A full fourteen-stone in the saddle, and the best of hard riders at that,&mdash; And he shouted aloud as we passed him: "I'll wait till the claret-cup cools. There's a sounder broke loose in the open! Ride, boys, for the love of your Schools!"

Bull huge in the mists of the morn at the head of his sounder he stood&mdash; Our quarry&mdash;and watched us awhile, and we thirsted aloud for his blood; Then over the brawn of his shoulder looked back as we galloped more near&mdash; Then fled for the far-away cover; and we followed the Boar of the Year!

There was Cheltenham perched on an Arab&mdash;so rich are these thrice-born R.E.'s; And Rugby&mdash;his mount was a Waler; and a couple of O.U.S.C.'s; 23