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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lion Hunt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mount -- mount for the hunting -- with musket and spear!<br>Call our friends to the field -- for the Lion is near!<br>Call Arend and Ekhard and Groepe to the spoor;<br>Call Muller and Coetzer and Lucas Van Vuur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ride up Eildon-Cleugh, and blow loudly the bugle:<br>Call Slinger and Allie and Dikkop and Dugal;<br>And George with the elephant-gun on his shoulder --<br>In a perilous pinch none is better or bolder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the gorge of the glen lie the bones of my steed,<br>And the hoofs of a heifer of fatherland's breed:<br>But mount, my brave boys! if our rifles prove true,<br>We'll soon make the spoiler his ravages rue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho! the Hottentot lads have discovered the track --<br>To his den in the desert we'll follow him back;<br>But tighten your girths, and look well to your flints,<br>For heavy and fresh are the villain's foot-prints.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the rough rocky kloof into grey Huntly-Glen,<br>Past the wild-olive clump where the wolf has his den,<br>By the black-eagle's rock at the foot of the fell,<br>We have tracked him at length to the buffalo's well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now mark yonder brake where the blood-hounds are howling;<br>And hark that hoarse sound -- like the deep thunder growling;<br>'Tis his lair -- 'tis his voice! -- from your saddles alight;<br>He's at bay in the brushwood preparing for fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leave the horses behind -- and be still every man:<br>Let the Mullers and Rennies advance in the van:<br>Keep fast in your ranks; -- by the yell of yon hound,<br>The savage, I guess, will be out -- with a bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He comes! the tall jungle before him loud crashing,<br>His mane bristled fiercely, his fiery eyes flashing;<br>With a roar of disdain, he leaps forth in his wrath,<br>To challenge the foe that dare 'leaguer his path.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He couches -- ay now we'll see mischief, I dread:<br>Quick -- level your rifles -- and aim at his head:<br>Thrust forward the spears, and unsheath every knife --<br>St. George! he's upon us! -- Now, fire, lads, for life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's wounded -- but yet he'll draw blood ere he falls --<br>Ha! under his paw see Bezuidenhout sprawls --<br>Now Diederik! Christian! right in the brain<br>Plant each man his bullet -- Hurra! he is slain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bezuidenhout -- up man! -- 'tis only a scratch --<br>(You were always a scamp, and have met with your match!)<br>What a glorious lion! -- what sinews -- what claws --<br>And seven-feet-ten from the rump to the jaws!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hide, with the paws and the bones of his skull,<br>With the spoils of the leopard and buffalo bull,<br>We'll send to Sir Walter. -- Now, boys, let us dine,<br>And talk of our deeds o'er a flask of old wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Pringle">Thomas Pringle</a><div class=q>
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Call our friends to the field -- for the Lion is near!
Call Arend and Ekhard and Groepe to the spoor;
Call Muller and Coetzer and Lucas Van Vuur.

Ride up Eildon-Cleugh, and blow loudly the ..."></div>
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