Rudyard Kipling Hunting Poems

As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled
Once, twice, and again!
And a doe leaped up -- and a doe leaped up
From the pond in the wood where the wild deer sup.
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His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo’s pride.
Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss
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THE FOX MEDITATES

When Samson set my brush afire
To spoil the Timnites barley,
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