THE BUFFALO HUNTERS. BY THE ORGANIST. 'Tis pleasant when the fields are brown, and trees are wintry bare, To watch the lithe and active spring of the greyhounds as they go, 'Tis pleasant in the bracing air of a grey November morn To wake the echoes of the woods with the sound of the bugle-horn, And the bell-like cry of the questing hounds as they break from the dewy gorse. And pleasant 'tis on the Highland hills to stalk the stately deer, But, oh! if you had even been upon the prairies wide, Once more upon our steeds, once more we galloped o'er the plain, "What luck, thou sooty messenger? is any quarry nigh? And slowly from the branch he flits and lights upon the ground, "Still! still, my comrades-breathe your steeds-there's work for us to-day, Yon wily bird is on the watch: ev'n now he scents his prey: "See here, upon the trampled sod what dented marks appear! "Peer noiselessly above the edge, and tells us what's below?" "Now, comrades, are you ready? Take heed of what you do ; "All ready? onward then! hurrah!" and with a hearty cheer One moment savagely they stood, all silent as before: The leader, friends-the leader bull! let's make our mark of him! Hurrah! hurrah! he's struck at last! right well that bullet sped! He turns, he turns! back, back, I say! let all the rest go by; He charges down with levelled horns, thick mane, and furious roar— Fire on the brute, or both are lost! Ah, well that volley sped! SECOND SERIES OF SCENES AND SPORTS IN FOREIGN LANDS. BY LIEUT.-COLONEL E. NAPIER, 46TH REG. No. X.-CITTA VECCHIA. THE ROAD, THE TURF, AND THE CHASE AT MELITA. And order mules obedient to the rein; For rough the way, and distant rolls the wave, Where their fair vests ogygian virgins lave.—POPE's Odyssey, Book 6. CITTA VECCHIA stands on an elevated site, almost in the centre of the Island of Malta, and about seven or eight miles from La Valette, whence I had taken my departure, to pass as I best might the time which must elapse ere a steamer should bear me from its "glowing" precincts, which always reminded me of a smoking limekiln, with its glare, and heat, and white pulverised dust. Having been, as before stated, comfortably installed into that general medium of conveyance here, a calêche, we may as well give the uninitiated reader a short description of this extraordinarily constructed, though peculiarly convenient locomotive. Imagine not, ye Knights of the whip and ribands, ye Members of the Four-in-hand Club, that a start for a journey at Malta in any way resembles a similar move either from the Bull and Mouth, or the White Horse Cellar, Piccadilly. Picture not to your heated imagination the compact and well-appointed vehicle, the dapper coachman, the shining harness, and well-fed team, who, as the magic word "all right" is pronounced, start like firebolts from under the warm rugs, which, sole records of their presence, are left waving in the hands of the obsequious ostlers, as, devouring space and distance, they fly off on the wings of the wind. In no one particular does the Maltese calêche resemble these earthly meteors. Picture to yourself, most sapient reader, a lineal descendant of the vehicle which conveyed Madame Noah and family to the ark-or one of its Phoenician ancestors at the time of the siege of Tyre by that "great Conqueror," Alexander-or a cousin-german of My Lord Mayor's coach, stuck on two wheels instead of four-and you may form some idea, though a very faint one, of these antique-looking chariots, which are nevertheless particularly adapted to the locality and the nature of the work required of them. The "ground-work" of one of these constructions consists, first, of a pair of enormous wheels some six feet at the least in diameter: these, supporting an axle running completely abaft, or at the sternmost extremity of a pair of immeasurably long shafts, form one poin VOL. I.-THIRD SERIES, N. S.-No. 1. B |