as shades of evening closed around,
the brownies, from some wooded ground,
looked out to view with staring eye
a tally-ho, then passing by.
around the park they saw it roll,
now sweeping round a wooded knoll,
now rumbling o'er an arching bridge,
now hid behind a rocky ridge,
now wheeling out again in view
to whirl along some avenue.
they hardly could restrain a shout
when they observed the grand turnout.
the long, brass horn, that trilled so loud,
the prancing horses, and the crowd
of people perched so high in air
pleased every wondering brownie there.
said one: "a rig like this we see
would suit the brownies to a t!
and i'm the one, here let me say,
to put such pleasures in our way:
i know the very place to go
to-night to find a tally-ho.
it never yet has borne a load
of happy hearts along the road;
but, bright and new in every part
'tis ready for an early start.
the horses in the stable stand
with harness ready for the hand;
if all agree, we'll take a ride
for miles across the country wide."
another said: "the plan is fine;
you well deserve to head the line;
but, on the road, the reins i'll draw;
i know the way to 'gee' and 'haw,'
and how to turn a corner round,
and still keep wheels upon the ground."
another answered: "no, my friend,
we'll not on one alone depend;
but three or four the reins will hold,
that horses may be well controlled.
the curves are short, the hills are steep,
the horses fast, and ditches deep,
and at some places half the band
may have to take the lines in hand."
that night, according to their plan,
the brownies to the stable ran;
through swamps they cut to reach the place,
and cleared the fences in their race
as lightly as the swallow flies
to catch its morning meal supplies.
though, in the race, some clothes were soiled,
and stylish shoes completely spoiled,
across the roughest hill or rock
they scampered like a frightened flock,
now o'er inclosures knee and knee,
with equal speed they clambered free
and soon with faces all aglow
they crowded round the tally-ho;
but little time they stood to stare
or smile upon the strange affair.
as many hands make labor light,
and active fingers win the fight,
each busy brownie played his part,
and soon 't was ready for the start.
but ere they took their seats to ride
by more than one the horns were tried,
each striving with tremendous strain
the most enlivening sound to gain,
and prove he had a special right
to blow the horn throughout the night.
though some were crowded in a seat,
and some were forced to keep their feet
or sit upon another's lap,
and some were hanging to a strap,
with merry laugh and ringing shout,
and tooting horns, they drove about.
a dozen miles, perhaps, or more,
the lively band had traveled o'er,
commenting on their happy lot
and keeping horses on the trot,
when, as they passed a stunted oak
a wheel was caught, the axle broke!
then some went out with sudden pitch,
and some were tumbled in the ditch,
and one jumped off to save his neck,
while others still hung to the wreck.
confusion reigned, for coats were rent,
and hats were crushed, and horns were bent,
and what began with fun and clatter
had turned to quite a serious matter.
some blamed the drivers, others thought
the tooting horns the trouble brought.
more said, that they small wisdom showed,
who left the root so near the road.
but while they talked about their plight
upon them burst the morning light
with all the grandeur and the sheen
that june could lavish on the scene.
so hitching horses where they could,
the brownies scampered for the wood.
and lucky were the brownies spry:
a dark and deep ravine was nigh
that seemed to swallow them alive
so quick were they to jump and dive,
to safely hide from blazing day
that fast had driven night away,
and forced them to leave all repairs
to other heads and hands than theirs.
