They grew bearded like the pard, and their chase became a passion.
Even friends esteemed them mad, said their minds were out of balance,
Mourned the cruel fate, and sad, fallen on the poor Van Valens.
But they answered to it all, “Only wait our loud view-holloa
When the prey shall to us fall; for to death we mean to follow
Jack, the Regular.
Hunted they from Tenavlie to the shore where Hudson presses
On the base of trap-rocks high; through Moonachie’s damp recesses;
Down as far as Bergen Hill; by the Ramapo and Drochy,
Overproek and Pellum Kill—meadows flat and hill-top rocky—