| Show DIDN T GET THE BADGER glory of the morning turned thoi thol sl ta ts in anoil er direction some so me years ago during a visit to friends at gudeley castle gloucester shire the late sir john the ta fa or organist and composer joined in a badger hunt which had a most un expected end ng one that was un ft bol holesome esome both for the bad ger and his hunters the managed of 11 II is estate amused himself by nl ghaly I 1 meets at ce certain wa woods where the badgers and dr S bainet he be lad 1 ad not then been knighted having been told that there was to be a meet at a place called pin nook noel aliff an exten she woodland land in the cotswold expressed cpr essed a i desire to take part in it at midnight accordingly jn in corn com pany with the manager the rev blob ert miowne who wis then chiate ot of gudeley and a few others dr started to tramp to the rendezvous lendez which was about fout miles away the beaters were left at i I 1 certain po nt with instructions to give them their eilf 1 alf bours 1 our s start this being effects el 1 they were quietly waiting tb the e appeal ance of the badaei who disturbed on his rambles bythe by the beaters dogs woul I 1 probably ere long cl el arge at the earths abile they waited the approach of tl e morn ng was heralded by that mys gerlous light which at that time of year it ft wag was june begins to be seen about 2 0 clock it was one of the finest mornings possible to imagine there was no wind the sky was clear and the small smal I 1 patches of detached mist obliquely creeping up toward the ethereal blue overhead irresistibly suggested celes bial beings winging their upward way the birds soon began their morning songs first the sl alight with his thrill ing notes then in the fir pir distance the cuckoo the wood pigeon and the doe doi e cooing to his mate and then the hosts of other buds one after another until all the wood and resounded with song a few moments the little party stood in s lence then dr rals rats ing his hands exclaimed all that have life and breath sing to the lord the opening words of mendelssohn solin s hymn of praise the manager caught at it in an in stant and hummed the trombone part do you know it asked the doctor the manage nodded let us have the first chorus said dr and so they sang from memory as well as they could the first chorus from the hymn of praise dr stain er taking tie treble mr browne the alto the manager the tenor and another the bass naturally they d d not get the bad ger never ever was badger in this humor wooed and it is easy to imagine the dazed beast heart who never could have heard such sounds in all his previous pi evious existence giving his earth a wide berth youth youths s companion |
