Chapter X

X is for Crossroads and sign posts galore;
You shout the Bumpkin who's raking his hay,
"Which way went the pack?" and his "Well, I can't say;
Ain't seen any peddlers!" is rather a bore.

Y

Y stands for You who have stood for these rhymes,
Who discern amid chaff shining kernels of truth;
So the spirit of chivalry, valor and youth
Are found in the pleasures and sports of our times.

Z

Z is for Zero--our surplus, my dear,
When, after good sport with all damages paid,
We sit by the fire and say, "I'm afraid
There'll be no more runs till the Spring of the year."

And here ends this volume of A HUNTING ALPHABET, by Grace Clarke Newton, of which 262 copies only have been printed by Redfield-Kendrick-Odell Co., Inc., New York, and the type distributed, in this year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and seventeen.

End of Project Gutenberg's A Hunting Alphabet, by Grace Clarke Newton

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